From across the street he watched them leave the little restaurant, pause in front for a moment, and then turn to begin walking toward the Freiburg. He could see Charlene was not sober. That wasn’t surprising to him. Her only weakness was wine. Once she started it was hard for her to stop. She was aware of her weakness, and for most of the time, she kept it strictly under control. But occasionally, like tonight with someone as interesting as this sardonic army veteran man beside her, she relaxed her due diligence and allowed the weakness to reign for a few hours.
But he really wasn’t interested in Charlene. He knew her already. Intimately. Knew all her secrets. All her strengths. No, she wasn’t what held him in complete rapture tonight. It was her date. The man with the dark eyes and the
