"After translating, Jose spoke. "We call our community, "Amor," for we were begun with love by two couples. Over time, we have increased in numbers. W... are now two hundreds."As usual, the two men were focused upon my wife. Their looks were appreciative but seemed to be no more than that. I knew my wife and her capabilities. She responded. "We are primarily from two communities, Protection and Preservation. Preservation is our largest community and is over three hundred. Protection is. "What is it?" She eyed it warily. "Huevos rancheros, and some chorizo sausage on the side." He got up, returned with the salt and pepper shakers, and gave her arm a quick squeeze. "Go on, eat it. You'll thank me." "Okay." Ryan tried a bite and nodded. "You're right. Thanks, Brody." She gave him a rueful smile. "I do appreciate it. Beats the Frosted Flakes I would have had otherwise." "Frosted F—?" Brody huffed out a breath and shook his head. "How can you—" He shook his head as she snickered.. . how were they slugged?” I asked, oblivious to the tech talk.“Real tough code. Dollar signs,” he replied.“That’s all?” I asked.“Yeah. One, two, three ... each one of them had one more dollar sign, and each account was larger than the next,” he said. “But I think we found them all. What’s your question?”“Got a file here that says, uh, DO NOT OPEN. Wondered what I should do,” I asked.“Goddam, if you need to asked,” he laughed. “At worst, save it until last.”“I can do that,” I said. “Anything. She reached out to knock on the door and hesitated; studying it hard in order to know where to knock. Did she really need this money; the resounding answer was, unfortunately, yes. Melissa read the note again, five hundred pounds, ask for Denis. At the end of the sentence was an emoji giving Melissa a wink.Melissa cocked her hand and searched for a part of the door that would not collapse inwards when her knuckles knocked on it.Tap… Tap… Tap.Melissa wondered what the fuck Denis would look like?.