Chapter 7
Time to GoHe woke up early the next morning. He could tell it was a combination of excitement and fear. Not fear in the usual sense. He had accepted difficult assignments before and survived, but every new exploit carried its own risks.
While he sat with his coffee in the hotel lobby that morning, it occurred to him that he was more afraid of her than of failing.
“We've worked together before,” he thought, “and I should feel at ease by now.” But there was something in her eye, in the way she looked over her shoulder at him that gave him the creeps.
“She said we couldn't meet.” It made sense, but he called her on the cell phone anyway to make sure they were ready to go.
“I am,” she said, “Are you?” An octave lower, full of questioning suspicion.
“Yes,” he assured her, taking
