If I couldn’t handle this short of a separation, how are either of us supposed to endure a longer, undefined one, with no end in sight?You’re righ.... This is no marriage. Not in this hopeless limbo like this, separated by so much geography. I owe to both of us to let you go. I also owe it to the other woman, since she’s here for me and has declared her willingness to make a go of it, to give her a chance. Yes, I’m speaking of my boss here.Dr. Anne Thorpe. Despite her adulterous liaison with me,. I would like to make a bet, please," she stated."Well, you're in the right place, doll," the woman retorted in a rather unfriendly manner.Misha heard a few of the men behind her chuckle; she knew their eyes were on her.She read from the slip, "Prince Agbagwa; 10:45 at Glote."The woman began to push keys on her computer."Stan's Reprisal; 11:20 at Marshal."More keyboard entering."Gary's Babysitter; 11:40 at Hallandale. Subliminal Karl, 14:05 at Hallandale. And Last Train; 14:50 at Hallandale. They hadn't given us any notice for security reasons. If I had taken the call I would have explained that not trusting us was laughable. Regardless we were to meet in the parking lot behind the church Hugo and I had used to review the film files.The church was two miles from the dock, but it was the closest place they could park the tech van with some cover. So Hugo and I drove his Bronco to the frame church. I put on the ski mask before I left the Bronco.A guard approached us. "Agent Mission. There were two more pieces left, and now they would likely go uneaten… unsavored. Nevertheless, how had they found us? I continued to cast about for any thread of our existence left trailing out behind for someone to uncover. I could see nowhere we had left a track. The sense of the unseen enemy being just a step behind us was very unnerving to me. Christine was stronger now, but still, her lighthearted playfulness had fled and she was quiet and pensive, watching me and how I reacted, keying.