He must have been waiting by the door for me to knock. "Please come in Todd." He closed the door behind me and asked me to follow him into the living ...oom.There, seated on the couch was his wife, Mrs. Harrison, Julia. She was wearing an expensive-looking pearl-coloured blouse and tan skirt that showed plenty of cleavage and lots of leg. Julia watched me come into the room intently and patted the place next to her, on the couch.I sat down dutiful.There was a feeling that I was about to be. In the Army, when you’re out on patrol, there is usually no warning before you get hit. You have to develop a gut instinct, and learn to trust your feelings. If something feels like it’s going sideways, don’t ignore it. It could save your life.”“And you’re saying this case has gone sideways.”“Feels that way. Is being an FBI agent any different?”“We rely on the evidence.”“And before you get that evidence?”“I guess. But why are you here at all?”“I could say ‘cause I wasn’t doing anything else,. When we came to the table closet to ours, Polly turned slightly towards me, and whispered, "Please be extra nice to this table. I promise to tell you all about it, later, but just trust me for now." I did trust her, and we lingered with them for a long time, as they lavished me with compliments, while praising Polly to the moon. There was something special about this group, and I made it my business to remember their faces, and names.When Polly was satisfied that she had greeted her special. (After an idea originally suggested in a story by Susan Petty)Up to recently i was fairly shure my name was Marco but if you couldsee me now you would never believe it, especially if you saw the way iam dressed now. I'm fully made up as a blushing young bride with myhair done up in a very glamorous updo and i'm wearing an exquisitedesigner bridal gown and veil with clouds of petticoats and full bridallingerie and i'm waiting for my devious stepmother to get ready andtake me to the very.