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I would know if she suspected anything.
I watched her scan the tree line, uphill and then back down again,
toward me. As her eyes approached my OP I moved mine out of contact. I
couldn't look at her. A sixth sense can sometimes let you know when you're
being looked at, and I didn't want to take the chance.
I knew I was doing the wrong thing. Even if her plan was not to react
to anything she saw, but to go back into the house, then return with an
automatic weapon to hose down the area, I knew her well enough to see it in
her eyes. I could feel sweat running around the back of my legs and neck.
I waited three or four seconds more, then moved my eyes up again.
She was finishing off her scan, past me and down to the lake. Once
there, she quickly turned her head to the wagon and walked up to the
A white guy clambered out. By his style of dress I would say he was
American. He was wearing a black nylon bomber jacket, tight blue jeans and
white trainers. He was above-average height and build, about midthirties
with black, fairly long, curly hair, and a mustache like the sheriff's in
the Bugs Bunny cartoons. He looked good enough to be the hunky lumberjack in
The meeting with Sarah was intimate: they hugged, kissed each other on
the mouth, then held the embrace. They spoke in low voices as Sarah ran her
hand across his back. There was something odd going on, though.
They looked pleased to see each other, but the talking wasn't loud and
they weren't going overboard.
I got two pictures of them during the thirty or so seconds that they
Too Thin To Win had the tailgate down on the Explorer. He was looking
quite smart in jeans and a dark checkered jacket. He pulled out a brown suit
carrier with an airline tag on the handle.
Sarah had disappeared inside the garage with the white guy, followed by
Too Thin To Win, who closed the door behind them. It was time to send
another sit rep.
had just started to prepare my message when Too Thin To Win emerged
from the side door with MIB. He, too, had had a shit, shower and shave, and
was dressed a lot smarter in brown trousers and jacket. They both got into
the Explorer, Too Thin To Win in the driver's seat. The wagon backed around
to point uphill. They weren't talking to each other, smiling, or looking at
all happy. Something was happening.
The 4x4 bumped along the track and disappeared from sight. I looked
back at the house. All the windows and doors were closed, and so were the
curtains. That was strange; if someone was arriving at such a nice spot,
surely you would show him the view? Maybe she had better things to do with
him. Maybe he was just another sucker that she was using. But for what
It was nearly two hours before the Explorer returned. There were bodies
in the back, but I couldn't work out how many as it turned downhill, my eyes
nicking between the wagon and the side door of the house, waiting for it to
open. When it did, it was the American who appeared. Sarah was nowhere to be
seen. He was looking aware, checking the lake and, as MIB had done, playing
with worry beads. I watched him, listening to the slow rumble of tires past
my OP. His denim shirttails were hanging out of his jeans and showing below
his bomber jacket. I was right, he and Sarah did have better things to do
than look at the scenery.
The wagon stopped and I counted an additional two heads in the rear
seats. All four got out and I pressed the cable release.
The two newcomers were both dark-skinned. They hugged and kissed the
American on both cheeks. It looked as if they knew him pretty well.
All the same, there were no loud shouts of welcome or smiles, and
everyone spoke in a murmur I couldn't understand. The meeting also seemed to
have an air of relief about it.
Too Thin To Win and MIB had opened the tailgate and were pulling out
two square aluminium boxes that were plastered with what looked like old and
torn "Fragile" stickers and airline security tape. They started to move the
boxes inside the garage via the side door. The luggage area of the 4x4 was
still full of sports bags, another suit carrier and a black plastic cylinder
that stretched from the back seat to the gear shift at the front. It was
about two meters long and covered at each end. Either it was the world's
biggest poster tube or they had some serious fishing rods with them I didn't
think. One of the new guys motioned to the other one and the American to
give him a hand.