"This place is gorgeous. I can't wait until I see you." "Well, tonight's the night honey," said Barocca. "All you do is pack a few things in an over...ight bag, and then head down to Pier 39 at eight o'clock, after dinner. Just dress simply; say some short pants, and a casual shirt or blouse. Ask for Ramirez. He'll be expecting you. He's been well paid, and won't ask any questions. He'll take you from the Main Island to our little place. I'll be waiting for you there." "All right,. . whatever the fuck you call those things." What is it?He heard from outside the door before the knob was turned to verify that it was locked."The fucking neighborhood kids stole someone's lawn ornaments and put them in our yard again," he shouted through the door."Is that fucking all," came back at him. "The way you were fucking going on, you would have thought the fucking Iranian terrorists were building their fucking bombs, in our fucking backyard."Ron was taken a bit back by her language.. You're the only one itwill work on."Fuck! Everything was crashing down. I was about to obstruct a murderinvestigation, and impersonate a victim."Okay, we're good," James said, holding the woman's clothes, "Hurry up andchange. Doug and I will deal with the body."I nodded, accepting the medallion from James. Then I picked up the girl'sdress.There was a slight tingling sensation, as the medallion started theprocess, and I grabbed the clothing and moved away from the body, Icouldn't watch.I found a. ...please”The pub low lights were still on and she knew that the place looked warm and cosy from outside but she also now knew that whoever was on the phone was not in the taxi office but was outside in the dark watching her.It could have gone one of two ways but instead of fear she felt a thrill go through her the like of which she hadn’t felt since she used to give blow jobs in the woods as a 16 year old.She put the phone on the bar and went to look out the uncurtained windows.The pub was in.