’ A voice said from behind me. I turned my head a saw a trim a woman of about forty standing there with a smile on her face. ‘My names Helen Carpe...ter, Mr Elks. My husband and I have been working with Peter Fox in finding out what happened to Cassandra, we found Dmitar some time ago. We believe that it was seeing him again, with his son in that restaurant that triggered Cassandra’s loss of memory. He came all the way from Croatia to try to help her find her past, and you can’t come fifty miles. He asked the hostess if they could have a booth. His logic was that a booth might afford them the privacy they would like for their conversation.They perused the menu and quickly ordered their food plus a nice bottle of wine.“Fancy digs,” commented Natalia.“Classy place for a classy woman,” responded George as he leaned over and gave her a kiss.“How do you think your trainer would have responded if you had told him about your adventures in Panama?”“I think that I would have blown his sweet. Why would any parent want to purchase tattoo band-aids for their kids?“Excuse me … Miss. Davis?”“Yes?”“I’m Diane your new assistant. Is there anything I can do … or get for you?”“A cup of juice would be nice. I don’t drink coffee.”“Yes mam. I’ll be right back.”Becky got on the phone and called Tony. He answered,“Anthony Miller, may I help you?”“Tony what’s going on with the cute little dark haired assistant. Am I falling behind already?”“No that was Ms. Johnson’s idea. She felt you were working. "I thought you said you were over him." I am." Uh huh." I am over him," Sharon huffed, "I just haven't found anyone to replace him yet."I stuffed another bite of pancake in my mouth."And what do you care?" she continued, combative. "It's my camera. My film. I'm paying for the developing."I nodded and kept chewing. Sharon looked away and sipped some coffee."Look," I said after I'd swallowed, "I enjoy taking the pictures. I'm glad you trust me to take them. But if you don't want to, that's.