Rome, Italy
Day Six
Sam turned to Stryker. “How do you think Rey and Jane are doing tracking down that Greek island?”
“Hope to hear from them soon.”
They were alone on the top of Castel Sant’Angelo, looking for all the world like two Hispanic tourists. Maybe they could get a chicken enchilada later. It sounded good. “Let’s get a selfie with the basilica in the background.”
Stryker put his arm around her and gave a forced smile.
She snapped the photo, pulling away and studying the picture for effect in case anyone was watching them. Not bad, but she needed to lose a few pounds. Maybe not an enchilada then.
The sun neared the western horizon. Rome was spread out before them, a shadowed banquet for history-loving eyes. She wished they could rest and enjoy it all. Or take some time
