Her hands shook as she guided her car into a parking space on the side of the road. Don’t call his cell ever again. Did he really mean that? No. Of course not. Someone must have been with him. He was warning me and acting tough for his audience. Who was with him? Connelly? Or his supervisor, the Wicked Witch of Washington, DC? Or ATF Deputy Regional Director Wesley? Whoever – it doesn’t really matter who it was, does it? He’ll explain it all when I see him. I just need to go home and wait until he gets there. After feeding Chester and snacking on Havarti, stoned-wheat crackers and a glass of Pinot Grigio, she got restless and anxious. What if he doesn’t come home? What if it’s all over? What if he did really mean it? She went out on the balcony and paced. Which one of them would stay in their new apartment? That was easy. I can’t afford it on my own. I certainly will miss this view of the river. I wonder if I can get back into my old building? Until I actually speak to Jake, all I’m doing is creating senseless agitation.
