“Yeah.”
“On both counts?”
“I’ll try.”
“Try isn’t good enough. It will get you killed—then what have you achieved? You must make certain you stay as safe as possible.”
Try“I will.”
“Okay, then, I’ll see you next week.”
Lisa makes her way down the hallway to the elevator. She listens as the door closes to Schultz’s office and turns to make sure he’s not standing there, watching. Why don’t I trust him? He says the right things, but I still have this uneasy feeling he’s using me.
Why don’t I trust him? He says the right things, but I still have this uneasy feeling he’s using meWhen the elevator door opens, Lisa walks into the enclosure and adjusts her crossbody bag. She stands to the side of a young man, who nods to the beat of the Black-Eyed Peas. The music plays loudly enough for Lisa
