Turtle Bay
Fianna parked the silver BMW outside a house being renovated, about twelve houses south of number thirty-seven, 48th Street, switched off the engine and slid along the bench seat to be closer to Shaun. She put her arm across his shoulder and gently kissed him. It was the first intimacy between the two since Jack had disturbed them and left with Job. It had taken them under the three and half hours deadline to achieve all Shaun had asked, but he had shown no joy on her discovery, only a strong sense of regret. In the time they waited Shaun did not speak a word despite several prompts by Fianna who too was sombre, but her loyalties were being stretched by differing forces than Shaun"s. His problem could only be rectified by himself.
At two minutes past the hour two men mounted t
