After retrieving her account passbook she cashed in a CD and canceled all her credit cards, relieved to discover nothing had been charged on them. Her trip to the hair salon held an unexpected surprise. The hair stylist was housed in a day spa; to her delight Zander had arranged for her to have a ninety-minute massage, and as he left he handed her a cell phone. “It’s just a burner phone until we can get you a new one, just call me when you’re ready to leave.” “Zander, you have completely taken my breath away,” she sighed. “This is fantastic.” “Just relax and enjoy yourself,” he smiled. She hugged him so tightly he thought she might break his spine, but the sheer happiness on her face would have been worth every fractured vertebrae. “I’m going to go scout,” he winked at her, and ambled from the reception area as if he’d not a care in the world.
