"Sure that you will not change your mind and stay with me?"I knew I was disappointing him by saying yes, I was sure, but I also figured the disappoint...ent would be short-lived. It's one thing to offer on the spur of the moment to harbor somebody who's being chased by bad guys, but it's another thing entirely if he takes you up on it. After a couple of days of my company the "new"—and any sense of purpose it might have given him—would be worn off, and I was certain he'd be more than ready to be. The timing seemed perfect one morning when she found Laurel sitting contentedly reading the paper at the breakfast table, after Roger had left the apartment. She poured herself a cup of coffee and began talking fast and abruptly.?Good morning Laurel, have you ever thought that Roger might be unfaithful to you???Why Patti, that?s a very brash and unusual question coming from you.But, to be candid, I certainly have given thought to that possibility,? Laurel answered as if she might have been. The smile left his face and her looked grim. "I'll stop it when you tell me where your father is bitch!" Don't you see, I don't know!" Lola replied angrily. "What difference does it make anyway?" He doesn't have any money and I'm the professional here."Marcus looked down at Lola's bruised and battered face and laughed. Well, in the first place bitch..." Suddenly Steve's fist came down and caught her behind the ear. He had come over quietly while Lola was talking. Lola fell forward again and. His black hair was shaggy and haphazardly cut with a hacking look to it. His features were faintly Indian looking which made me think that he was a true native of the area. His skin was brown from more than just a tan. When he got to fifteen feet, I held up my hand in a stop motion. He stopped and I said, "Hello."He looked at me for a moment and then responded with a strange language. It wasn't English nor did it sound like Spanish. I shook my head gently and pointed at my chest and said, "Say,.