Part 13: Trece or Italian (Oh)-Holy-(Cow)-Day
Part 13 summary: Aptly numbered, this part promises more Miss Parker and Jarod interaction as she tracks him down, ahead of schedule. And Broots needs to alter his plans to make sure Lyle doesn't finalize all of his.
Thursday
Broots' home
Blue Cove, DelawareOh, my God! It's dawn. May Li and I have been working all night on these computer files. I think I have a more accurate idea of what Lyle is up to. On the one hand, he has been filtering money to European accounts. Too much money really, he has to know someone is going to catch up with him soon. The files also reveal that he was selling Centre information to outside bidders, until Damon was exposed and killed. And then there's the "plan," as Lyle refers to it in his files.
"So, Lyle's trying to take over the Centre," May Li says with ironic glee.
"I don't think it's something to be cheerful about. I guess you get to go home after this, but I am a Centre employee."
She arches her eyebrows. She continually does that when I question her reactions and words. It's as if she forgets herself for a moment, I pick up on it, and then she backtracks to steel exterior. Who is this woman?
"Why do you stay at the Centre?" She asks.
I don't know the answer to that question really. But, I guess it's, "Because otherwise they'll kill me."
She nods. I guess she understands that.
"If you could leave, would you?"
"I don't really think about things that are not in my reach," I say to her. Almost believing it myself.
She stops fidgeting with the keyboard and half turns to look at me. She really looks at me. Full eye contact and doesn't blink. Not like other women, who just dismiss me when they see me at a cafe or in the street. Sadly, it's as intimate as I have been with a human being in a while.
I just stare into her face. She's a beautiful woman. But certainly on the top of my out of reach interpersonal relationships list. Funny how she has preoccupied my subconscious lately. I even told Sydney that that dream I used to have about Miss Parker is now about May Li. He responded with some psychobabble about me being attracted to women who like to be in control of situations. Too much in control of situations. Especially situations that could have a direct effect on my physical well-being.
I'm still staring; she's staring back. Then she blinks. I notice I too haven't really blinked. When her eyes open again, she keeps staring. I'm beginning to feel a bit hot under my collar. This is not what I thought when I said we could work at my house. Well, at least not what I thought we should do at my house. Uhm... never mind.
I feel compelled to move towards her. Damn the consequences. She opens her mouth, slightly. As if about to talk. She sees that I was about to act, so she closes her mouth and just smiles. I think she's going to move towards me.
But suddenly, deus ex machina. The computer beeps and we turn towards it. The last of the files have been decoded.
"I guess now we can find out how Lyle plans to take over the Centre," I tell her.
The mood is gone. Will it ever return? I wonder with regret. Yet, I know it's better this way. I really can't get involved with May Li. I have a daughter, a career (well, a job that threatens to kill me everyday), and my personal safety to consider.
Plus, I don't think she would go for my secret agent pick up line.
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Sydney's Office
The Centre
Blue Cove, Delaware"Hi, James," Maria's voice alerts both Sydney and I to her presence. It seems everyone at the Centre is always sneaking around! There she is smiling and looking all dressed up. I couldn't figure out how she always managed to look good in college, while everyone else at the C.S. department looked horrible.
"Oh, Maria... What a surprise."
"I was in the neighborhood, saw you enter this office, and thought I would stop by! Hi, I'm Dr. Maria Vazquez. You must be Dr. Green." She extends her hand to him.
"Maria and I met at Cal Tech, Sydney."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Vazquez" Sydney says as he takes her hand. Is it me, or does he always whip off the accent when meeting a pretty woman? 'I'm Sydneeeeyyyy.'
"Broots, did you say something?" Caught again! Damn!
"No, no. Must have been the vents."
"It's such a pleasure to meet you! I was reading some of your articles at the American Psychology Journal recently," Maria tells Sydney. She reads psychobabble? Sydney writes articles?
"Really?"
"Yes, the one on 'Refuge.' It was recommended by a mutual colleague. He said to look you up if I was ever in Blue Cove."
"Oh, indeed. One of my favorite articles. We should discuss it sometime."
"Would love to, Dr. Green. But, now, I must steal James, if you don't mind."
"Please, he's all yours," Sydney says and goes back to his paperwork. Maria grabs my arm and pulls me out of the office.
I feel as if I am handed a fate worst than the one I already have been dealt at the Centre. I always liked Maria, but her being here and working for Mr. Raines is not a good sign. What is she up to? What is HE up to? Plus, what if she wants to talk about stuff. That stuff from back then. You know, the stuff. I really can't deal with women right now. I have a Centre to save! Well, at least make sure it doesn't end up in Lyle's hands. Unfortunately, Broots, James Broots, needs to be rescued right now...
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Car Rental Agency
Rome, Italy(conversation occurs in Italian, of course!)
"What is wrong with that woman?" Giancarlo asks me as he attempts to remove some of the coffee from his suit.
"I have no idea. Americans!"
"What happened?" A customer who saw the American woman leave the establishment as she was entering herself asks me, so I feel obliged to relate the story to her.
"This woman just came in, cut in line, and began yelling! She demanded a bigger, better car! And practically bit our head off before we could help her. These Americans! Always bigger, better, faster. They do not understand our culture, our people. But, no, when we go to their countries, we get shot at! Shot at!"
"I know when I went to visit New York City, my purse was stolen!"
"Well, this woman was certainly from New York. So rude! She called us names! I have no idea what these names mean, but they were names! She came in with a car already, but she did not like it. She wanted an American-sized car. This is Italy, I tell her! But, no, she doesn't listen and continues yelling names."
"Then," Giancarlo cuts in to tell his version, "I come in and see her yelling at Angelica, so I ask what is wrong. She turns to me and begins yelling. I try to explain that since she did not rent the car herself, we cannot exchange it. So, she gets this look."
"The look of death!" An elderly woman shouts from the back. She had been in line when the woman barged in the first time and pushed everyone aside, including the old lady.
"Yes, the look of death," Giancarlo gets more agitated, "So, I tell her there is nothing we can do, but she can come back later and talk to the manager."
"But you know Americans," I say, "They always want 'fast' service. She did not understand that the manager was out to lunch. So, she yells more names."
"That's when I came in," says the pregnant woman with the little boy.
"Yes, and she was mean to me," says the little boy.
"What happened?" The customer asks.
"Well, she saw that the lady in the back," I point to the pregnant woman, "had coffee. And you know these Americans, always drinking coffee. So, she gets a more crazed look and says, 'Coffee! I need coffee! Where is it?'"
"I, of course," says the lady, "get scared. Who is this woman? What does she want? So I just look at her!"
"And, then she pushed me!" says the little boy.
"Yes! She pushed us both aside and headed out the door!" Says the lady.
"That's when we thought it was over," I say, regretfully.
"But no! She had to come back. And when she comes back, she's carrying this large coffee," Giancarlo says pointing to his ruined suit.
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Another Car Rental Agency
Rome, Italy"You must have something in large? This is a car rental agency!" I yell at this inept, nincompoop, idiotic excuse for a car rental guy, freak from another universe, mushhead!
What is wrong with these people?!!!!
The other car rental agency did not want to exchange my car, so I just left it there. Cancel the deal, I yelled. And then that old lady pushed me, along with the smirking, little monster boy! They pushed me towards that disgusting car rental guy with the hideous suit. I didn't know you were allowed to wear plaid in Italy. So, all my coffee spills on my clothes! And the guy starts yelling obscenities at me in Italian. If I didn't know any better, I would say Jarod is behind all this.
"Madam, I am sorry, but you should have called ahead. We have nothing for you."
Wrong answer, buster. "I am not leaving without a car!"
"Madam, there is nothing I can do."
"Well, get me someone who can!"
"May I be of assistance, miss?" A suave voice says behind me. I turn around slowly, noticing the clerk's jaw drop about five inches, almost hitting the desk. Behind me is a gorgeous man. He's wearing what must be the most expensive pin stripe suit in Italy! It must be worth more than the car rental agency.
He is a bit taller than me, has beautiful blue eyes, and a smile that could make any woman melt. Is he my knight in shinning armor? I wouldn't mind it. For a while. I really don't need anyone to "rescue" me, but he can try anytime.
"I need a car. A big one. Really big." I say.
He gives me a terribly seductive look with a slight smile. He catches my flirtation. Suave and naughty! I like this guy already.
"Young man, you heard the lady, get to it," he says waving his hand to the young man. I slightly turn to see the clerk as pale as snow immediately input data into his computer, like Broots when Lyle says "jump."
The man looks me in the eye and does a little bow, never taking his blue eyes off my face, and says deeply, "Carlo Enrico Bianco, at your service."
I smile and say, "Miss Parker," as I give him my hand. He takes it in his and kisses it. His lips on my skin send waves of electricity in my body. Who is this guy? And what is his number?
My mind is marveled at the instant attraction. Just last week, I was... No, I can't think of that. Perhaps this Carlo Enrico Bianco can help me reprioritize.
"Signore Bianco? The car for your lady friend is ready. I must apologize, if we had know she was your friend, we would have never...." Says an older man who appeared from the back office. Probably the manager. It seems "Signore Bianco" has some pull here.
Carlo listens politely to the apology and nods slightly. All very cool. The manager intertwines his hands nervously and smiles. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights. Usually it's a look aimed at me, but it seems "Signore Bianco" inspires fear even when smiling.
The desk clerk nears me, as if afraid I will bite him and gives me the keys. I take them and he runs away, to shield himself behind the desk.
I smile at Carlo and wait for him to say it.
"Miss Parker, would you care to join me for a late lunch?"
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The Centre
Blue Cove, Delaware"James? James? Hello, James?" What is it with him and the Asian Spice girl? Every time I try to talk to James, she shows up! What is he having an affair with her and she's the jealous type? I just managed to steal him from Dr. Green so we can talk! I was about to ask him something when he saw her down the hall and did that "selective attention" thing all computer guys do. But they often do it with new computer software, not over attractive women down the hall. Well, that's really because they don't know any women. Attractive or not.
"Uhm, oh, Maria... I need to leave right now. Important stuff. Yes, important stuff."
He leaves me in the middle of the hallway and runs off in the opposite direction she's at. She too runs off. I'm left alone in the hall. All dressed up and nowhere to go.
I can't work under these conditions!
Why, you ask? Well, to begin, someone should pull the plug on Dr. Raines, James runs off every time I try to talk to him alone, and my office is horribly decorated. Jarod wasn't kidding when he described this place like hell, but I don't agree with the nicer furniture part. How am I ever going to make contact with his inside sources if they keep on running off! At least Dr. Green caught on early. I think I'm going to have to hit James with a blunt object to get him to pay attention! What does he think I want to get him alone to throw myself at him? Pleaasseee! That was years ago! Plus he has Sweet and Sour Spice now; and as if I would hit on an involved man. Although if she is married herself, James might assume everyone's adulterous around here!
Welcome to my personal edition of "As the Centre Turns," tonight on NBC!
Ah, men! Well, off to find this Angelo guy. But I am not crawling on any vents.
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Private dining room
Ristorante di Alta Flora
Rome, Italy"So tell me, Miss Parker, what brings you to Rome?" Carlo asks as the waiter pours more wine in my cup.
After I got my car, bigger and better, I went to my hotel to change clothes. I was not going to show up to lunch with my clothes bathed in coffee. I dressed to kill. I don't know why I brought this dress with me, but I'm glad I did. It's a designer silver dress that has less cloth than the shroud of Turin.
Then, Carlo came by to pick me up. I was expecting a sports car. But he showed up in a limo accompanied by very large body guards. That's when it clicked. Signore Bianco! As in, the son of the other, bigger, older Signore Bianco. No wonder the car rental agency employees would have given me their own cars if they couldn't find something for me. Well, given my dating history, Carlo is more like the rule than the exception.
Jarod is the odd one.
Jarod! Again! Must put him out of that part of my mind and slip him into the other one, the one that needs to bring him back. I should answer Carlo's question.
"Family business." I say, sipping my wine. I cast a look at Carlo who smiles. He knows that I know, and enjoys the fact that it doesn't bother me.
"Family business, Miss Parker? What kind of family business?" He stops eating his dessert. It's the most heavenly pastry I have ever tasted. And the way he eats should be outlawed. Although, for some reason, the things one could do with a Twinkie comes to my mind.
"Stop it," I murmur to myself.
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing; I was distracted. The family lost someone. Someone close to us. I'm here to bring him back. We can't function without him."
"Valuable asset?"
"Indeed."
"Is there anything I could do?"
"No. I don't like to mix business with..."
"Pleasure?"
Before I can answer, a man comes in and nears Carlo. He looks at him questioningly. Carlo nods that it's okay for him to speak. The man says something in Italian. My Italian is not superb, but I get the gist of it. He mentions something about Carlo's brother. The problem is taken care of.
Carlo smiles at me as the man leaves, "Family business. My idiot brother has once again gotten into trouble."
I know about problem brothers. But I wish mine was the idiot as opposed to the psycho, I think to myself. Carlo is explaining why he needed to take care of this "pronto."
"Our mother's death so recent, my father was going to go ballistic if he found out. But fortunately, all's taken care of, favorably. Are you sure there isn't anything I can do for you, Miss Parker?"
"I can think of something."
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Renewal Wing
The Centre
Blue Cove, Delaware"What do you mean they are dead?" Mr. Parker screams in the office next to mine. What is going on here? I casually lift my head from my computer screen and perk up my ears. He's talking to Dr. Raines, in the Dr.'s office. I don't think they know that the voices carry to my office through the vent when they speak that loud.
"The last time they checked in was yesterday afternoon. They had been following her. She just went to her hotel after the plane. The Centre's European office was worried when they didn't report last night, nor this morning. They sent another Rome operative out to see what the problem was. He just found the two sweepers dead, in their car, by the hotel. Gunshots to the back of the head, execution style. Their bodies are still warm. He will dispose of all the evidence, to avoid any involvement of local authorities."
That was quite a mouthful for Dr. Wheezy. I know, I know, I shouldn't call him that! God knows James freaks out every time I even think about mentioning it! Uhm, "her"? "Dead"? "Rome"? I should write some notes. Maybe this has to do with Jarod. Perhaps I should schedule my meeting with Dr. Green sooner than I thought.
Mr. Parker is responding to something Dr. Raines said, which I missed, "You are not suggesting she killed them? It's not her style. She could have killed them if she felt threatened, but shot them in the back of the head? Angel wouldn't do that."
"I told you that you shouldn't let her go."
"I had no choice. We needed her to be out of here while you set up your base of operations and we took care of the deal with the Yakuza. She would have been too difficult to manage."
"You still can't control her."
"And you can't control, Lyle."
"But she's your daughter, Mr. Parker. If Miss Parker eludes the Centre's European office, drastic measures need to be taken. We can't afford to have her cause more problems."
"Well, fortunately, one of our problems will be gone soon."
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Miss Parker's hotel
Rome, ItalyCarlo walks me to my hotel room door. Such a smooth operator. As I proceed to find my keys, I catch his eyes. They are beautiful, but somehow, I think dark eyes are more sexy. He's looking at me intently.
My lips curl up. I wouldn't mind a slight alteration to my plans. I was planning to confront Boy Wonder today, but perhaps it can wait. This way, I'll be more in the mood to catch Jarod.
Carlo nears me and my blood pressure rises up. He moves his head closer to mine, I pull back a little to rest on the door frame. His lips are nearing mine, I can feel his breath on my face. And I smell his delightful cologne. I feel intoxicated and he hasn't even touched me yet. I arc my neck to near his face and then the phone rings.
The moment is ruined.
"What?" I yell obscenely into the phone. Even Carlo's smooth exterior falters.
"Miss Parker, glad to catch you in such a great mood. Have you received my package?" This is my worst nightmare.
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Sydney's office
The Centre
Blue Cove, Delaware"Dr. Green?" I ask as I enter the office. He and James (are they attached at the hip?) are conversing over some photographs. Dr. Green smiles at me and motions for me to near the desk.
"Someone been to Rome recently?" I ask after noticing the postcard.
"What?" James asks me.
"The postcard. Of the Gesu."
"The what?" James says with confusion.
"You know where this is, Dr. Vazquez?" Sydney says, pleased.
"Yes, of course. It's a postcard showing the Gesu Church in Rome. The parent church of the Jesuit Order. Plus that illustration is of St. Ignacious of Loyola, the founder of the Jesuits."
"Maria, you're a savior!" James says all happy.
"Why? Because I went to Catholic school?"
"No, because of the postcard," James says.
"What is this about?" I look at them and grab the postcard. I turn it around and the handwriting is familiar. I recognize it immediately. I look up at Sydney and he confirms my suspicion.
"Jarod." I murmur. James jumps up, as if I just said, 'Luke, I'm your father.'
"'Who are you named after?'" I read back to Sydney, ignoring James.
James snaps back to our time zone. He and Dr. Green exchange a look and the doctor says, "It's okay. Dr. Vazquez is a friend of... our mutual friend."
James still can't believe it, but manages to say, "The answer is Marisa Donatello. Miss Parker is named after her mother's friend."
"Marisa??? The Marisa??? Marisa is Miss Parker???" I babble without making any sense. This is better than daytime TV!
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Miss Parker's hotel
Rome, Italy"You have some nerve calling me at this time!" I answer Boy Wonder, full knowing that Carlo is wincing away from me and that it's only 6 hours earlier in Blue Cove, hardly early nor late to call.
"Miss Parker," I can hear the smugness in his voice, he's probably smiling! That annoying smile of his, "Did you get up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"
"What is it to you? Why do you care so much about my bed!" He pauses. I can hear his heavy breathing. He's worried about something. I finally manage to open my hotel room. Carlo wants to leave. I can tell. But Boy Wonder is not ruining my day, again.
I motion for Carlo to stay, "Please stay. I'll take care of this unimportant and annoying 'person' soon. Then we can finish what we started." I say as seductively and sarcastically as I can while on the phone with Jarod, and I do so without covering the mouth piece.
Jarod snaps out of his momentary silence and says, "Who are you with?"
"None of your business. Well, what is it? What the hell do you want? And make it fast, I'm busy here. I have much better things to do than listen to your lies!"
"Miss Parker? Miss Parker..." Jarod is so confused. He's not expecting this at all. What, he wants me to drop everything every time he calls! To swoon over at the sound of his voice. To immediately think of his eyes, his hands, his breath on my face. To let his presence occupy my mind.
"Miss Parker? Are you there?" Jarod asked me something, I have no idea what.
"What?"
"I asked you about the package. I'm calling to give you a hint."
"What are you talking about?"
"The package I sent."
"What package? Jarod, I don't have time for this!" I yell exasperated. Carlo looks at me with horror.
"You didn't received the package? It should have arrived at the Centre Annex yesterday."
"Yesterday?" I wasn't in yesterday, I was on a plane headed here yesterday. "Well, it didn't arrive."
"Where are you?"
"Why do you care? What, are you going to also ask me what I'm wearing? This isn't a 1-900 sex line." Carlo is slowly walking towards the door. "Stay, please stay!" I say to him, nicely. He stops and doesn't know what to do. I don't think he has ever been caught in a situation like this. Ah, how the mighty seducers have fallen. But, as soon as I'm done with Boy Wonder, I'm getting Carlo to go back to his more assured self. Where his talents lie.
"Miss Parker, who are you talking to?" Jarod asks again.
"I'm with my lover. And we want to get back to business, so spit it out." Carlo looks at me with sheer terror. He stares at my hand as if for the first time and closes his eyes. Then he makes the sign of the cross. What is it with this guy? Can't take a woman who takes charge?
"Miss Parker, I need to see you soon. We must talk. It's about your father." Jarod says softly in my ear.
"Leave my father out of this. I'm tired of all your lies."
Carlo can't stand it anymore, he stutters, "Mis... Signora Parker, I must apologize. I had no idea you were married. My most sincere apologies. I should leave." He begins to near the door like a cat about to jump off a ledge.
"Marisa, your life is in danger." Boy Wonder says exasperated.
"What are you two talking about?" I yell at both men.
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Sydney's office
The Centre
Blue Cove, Delaware"I overheard Mr. Parker and Dr. Raines say that Miss Parker is in Rome. They sent out some 'sweepers' after her, but they..."
"Miss P.'s in Rome?" James interrupts me.
"Yes, but..."
"Well, at least she's far from Blue Cove and Lyle. I think he's headed back here soon." James says, both relieved for Miss Parker; and at the same time, a bit intimidated by this 'Lyle' everyone keeps on mentioning.
"So, who's Lyle really?" I ask both men.
They exchange a look. And Dr. Green volunteers to answer, "Mr. Lyle is Miss Parker's brother and presently one of the Centre's most powerful men."
"He's also a manipulative, psycho," A voice says behind me. I turn to find May Li. Hey, isn't she Mrs. Lyle? When your own wife doesn't like you, you have a major problem. Not to mention your own father.
While I'm turned, I hear papers being shuffled (loudly) by James behind me. I guess May is not part of our little conspiracy group.
"Broots, I need to talk to you," she says and adds for our benefit, "alone." Not into trusting, is she?
James doesn't look too happy to part.
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Mr. Lyle's office
The Centre
Blue Cove, Delaware"The exchange with the Yakuza is set for Sunday night. Nine p.m. At an abandoned warehouse by the piers," May Li says, all business like. I guess mum's the word about that near kiss at dawn.
"Nine p.m.? But that's during X-Files! And it's a new one this week," I say, knowing I have to keep up my computer nerd image with her. Miss P. and I have a separate agenda in our little conspiracy.
"We didn't have your television habits in mind when we planned our exchange, Broots. But, it doesn't matter, you can stay home and watch it. You are certainly NOT coming to the exchange."
"I have to be there. To make sure our plan works out."
"Trust me, it will. And no, you can't come."
"I'm afraid you are in position to stop me."
"I guess I'm ultimately not, but if the Yakuza representative Lyle is meeting sees you, you are toast."
"He won't."
"Look, Broots, I know you don't trust me. And I guess I know why. I'm sorry. I wish... I wish you could trust me. But I understand. I... I'm just worried about what might happen. I don't want the exchange to be aborted because of you! There's too much riding on this. The exchange must happen."
"I'll make sure it happens," I tell her without adding, the way we want it to happen.
She looks at me flustered and says, "We'll talk about it later." Then she turns around to leave. As she reaches the door, she turns around and looks at me.
She says with a sigh, "I do wish you would trust me." Then she exits.
Yes, I wish I would.
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Jesuit Guest Quarters
Rome, Italy"She hung up on me!" 'Father' Jarod says aghast. I guess his conversation with his lady friend did not work out like he rehearsed it would. Or pretend. Whatever. Men, always thinking they can predict every single reaction and event.
"Jarod, Jarod," I begin all maternally, even though we are probably the same age, "You can't expect her to drop everything, or uhm... everyone," he winces visibly at that one, "just because of you. Plus if she hasn't seen the package, she doesn't know about Sister Maria nor what she might tell her about her mother."
He looks like a lost child, really. But he sees my point. "You're right, Sister. It's just that I'm afraid she doesn't appreciate the danger she's in. It's partially my fault. I've taunt her so much, that I feel she doesn't trust all I say."
"Oh, the boy who cried wolf?" I suggest, emphatically.
"Uhm? No, I don't think I know him." He says confused.
"Never mind. However, we can't give up." This mission of his has become mine. Father Mallory would say it's because I can't mind my own business; but I know it's more than that. It's as if I feel that I am making a difference, again. Rome and the Vatican have made me forget my vows. I became a nun to help people. People in need. And Jarod is certainly in need.
"You're right, but it's going to have to wait. I have to take care of other important business first. I wish I didn't, but time is of the essence."
"Well, while you take care of that business, why don't I talk to Miss Parker? Perhaps a female touch can help."
"You don't know her."
"But I know more about women than you. No, no, don't give me that look. You might have this ability you claim, but you just can't 'become her' like that. You are too emotionally involved. That affects your 'pretend.' Let me help. I have an idea."
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Mr. Parker's office
The Centre
Blue Cove, Delaware"Mrs. May Li, Mr. Parker has requested that your meeting with him be set up tomorrow morning instead of today," the secretary tells me. Where does Mr. Parker find all these blonde bimbos anyway? He's worst than his son.
I murmur an Okay to her as I walk away. Today is turning out to be a nightmare. What a day! First Broots is proposing to come to the exchange; does he have a death wish or something? Then Lyle is still missing in action; he was supposed to arrive from Chicago by now. But he hasn't. He better make it to the exchange, if not all we have planned is going to be for nothing. This won't look good in my record at all. And after all that Mr. Parker has done to ensure my cooperation with his little sick game, I have no idea if I still have a career as an operative. Where do this man's connections come from? I shudder at the thought of him being my boss. Or my father! Talk about abusive parenting. But I only have to make it to Sunday. Then, I'm home free.
I head down the hall. This place gives me the creeps, and I have been in some of the worst hellholes in the Pacific Rim and the US. Yet, I know I shall miss some parts about this assignment.
We are not encouraged to work with other people in these missions, but I am glad I had the chance to work with Broots. I just wish he didn't distrust me so. I guess I understand why he does. He thinks I am a psycho killer like Lyle, or worst, a plotting heartless monster like Mr. Parker. If only I could tell him the truth.
A little voice inside of me says I should trust him. He would understand. He wouldn't betray me or endanger the exchange. But my superiors (and that manipulating Mr. Parker) would kill me certainly. Well, they probably wouldn't kill me kill me, but Mr. Parker would. If Lyle doesn't get to me first.
"Oh, I can't tell you the truth, Broots. Too much depends on this." I apologize silently. I never thought I needed to trust someone so much. Nor I thought someone's trust in me was such an essential thing to have.
Perhaps an apology is all I can do for now. Maybe after Sunday... But, no, I don't think he will be interested in even talking to me after the exchange. I don't think he will appreciate being lied to.
I guess all we left have is a few days. Our last days together.
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Miss Parker's hotel room
Rome, Italy"I'm not married."
"Then why the ring? Who were you talking to?"
I know there is no way he's going to believe me if I told him the whole story. And I am not about to trust this bozo with Centre secrets. Plus we don't have time for this. The mood is totally gone. Damn! Boy Wonder owes me one.
"I'm divorced. That was my ex-husband," I say.
"But you still wear that ring."
"It was my mother's," I say, tired of this conversation. If he didn't have those huge bodyguards waiting outside the door and in the lobby, I would kick him in the groin and throw him out of this room.
"Perhaps we should..." He starts, but feels very awkward. Well, at least the whole interlude has comedic value. I've seen an Italian Don Juan shrink to a pathetic fool in a matter of seconds. While I was yelling at Boy Wonder, Carlo had the look of a sacrificial virgin at the altar. Was he afraid of a jealous husband? Perhaps this has happened to him before.
"... call it off?" I suggest. Someone has to advance this soap opera. And he is not that suave with vocabulary all of a sudden. What, a cat got his tongue?
"Yes, Miss Parker, this whole situation is..."
"Awkward?"
"Yes, and you see... I..."
"Feel uncomfortable?" Can't he tell who annoyed I am? Is he blind? Just leave for God's sake!
"Yes, because..." He pauses again. I can't finish this one for him, so I cross my arms and just look at him.
"You see... I promised my mama on her death bed I wouldn't get involved with a married woman again."
I wasn't expecting this one. I indeed have been transported to an Italian soap opera! Bring on the violins. Picture this: an old Sicilian home. The dying white haired woman gathers her children and makes each promise they will reform their ways. She makes the sign of the cross on each of their heads and they never sin again. Yeah, right. Isn't this part of the plot in "Moonstruck"? Once again, I'm caught in a bad rendition of a popular movie. Do these people think I'm stupid?
I just look at him, disbelief showing. He expects me to believe this? He notices my gaze and turns red.
"Miss Parker, I know you probably find this difficult to believe. It's a long story. Once you hear it, it will all become clear to you."
Must I listen to this crap? Is this the price of a nice dinner? I would rather starve! Maybe if I puke on his suit, he'll leave.
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Broots' home
Blue Cove, DelawareThe door bell's ring startles me. I wasn't expecting anyone. Debbie runs to the door, even though I have warned her many times about that. She shouldn't be answering the door by herself.
"Debbie, let Daddy answer the door!" I call out to her. She's so excited to be back home and more excited that I was able to come home early today. Now that the files are decoded and the exchange is set, I don't need her to stay over at her friend's house. No more late nights working.
"All right, Daddy. But I'm a big girl now!" Debbie says all upset.
"Yes, you are, but it's not a good idea to answer the door by yourself, Debbie. It could be someone... bad." I'm hesitant to say that. I wish my little girl would never know of the evils of this world, but I can't protect her all the time. Every parent's worst nightmare is to lose a child. Unfortunately, that fear almost became a reality recently. If it hadn't been for Miss P... I owe her one. Her and Jarod.
"Daddy, are you ever going to open the door?" Debbie is already starting to acquire that preteen annoying tone. My, time does fly.
I finally open the door to find Maria smiling in the porch carrying a huge covered catering platter.
"James! Glad you are home. I brought dinner!"
I just stare at her. But Debbie pops her head out and sees her. Maria gives her a smile and says, "You must be Debbie! I'm Maria. I went to school with your dad. And I brought you a home cooked meal!"
"Yum! It's smells great. Is it Mexican?" Says Debbie.
"Indeed it is! Now, James, move out of the way please." I let her come in and watch her take the platter into the dinning room.
"Uhm... Maria? What are you doing here?"
"Don't you remember? Since you couldn't have dinner yesterday, I said today. Anyway, I thought a home cooked meal would be best. For you and your daughter."
"Isn't it great, Daddy!" Debbie says.
"Deb honey, will you be a darling and bring out silverware for four?" Maria asks. She's already setting the table.
Debbie exits the dinning room into the kitchen and I try opening my mouth, but before I speak Maria says, quietly, "This is the only place we can talk safely. Dr. Green is on his way so we can all have a nice dinner. As soon as you put Debbie to bed, we need to come up with a backup plan. I need to stop Dr. Raines' experiments before they start. I know you don't want your daughter involved, but we have little time. We have to do everything by Sunday. Angelo and I came up with an initial plan of how to get me into the Centre and out unnoticed. Dr. Green agrees it could work. But I need your help for what happens afterwards."
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Miss Parker's hotel room
Rome, ItalyDon Juan is attempting to make me believe this dying mother story. I have tried to get him to go, but he won't. He insists I have to listen to this. I guess this what Dante was talking about when he talked about the last stage of hell. Carlo is at the center of that ninth level, boring everything to freezing temperature. Or maybe Sartre is a better commentator: hell is all these people in Italy!
I need a drink pronto. I near the minibar on the other side of the room when the phone rings. Boy Wonder? Again?
"What?" I answer as I unscrew the top off a vodka bottle.
"Miss Parker?" A woman's voice asks, "This is Sister Mary Joseph of the Carmelite Order, I need to speak with you about..."
"I gave at the office!" I tell this woman and immediately begin to hang up the phone as she keeps on talking. Something about the Carmelite Order. Can't she just fuck off? Suddenly I laugh at the comment I just made; well, I guess she can't do that, she's a nun!
Then I pick up the bottle and chug it. No need for preludes here. We are all adults. Well, most of us. I turn to Carlo again and his stupid story. I don't have time for this.
He's opening his mouth to spew more of his tale when the door opens violently. Two of Carlo's bodyguards are lugging a man in a cheap suit. We both stand up and I look at them questioning.
"What is going on?" I ask them both as I carefully near my jacket. I should get my side arm just in case things turn interesting. Always prepared.
The men turn to their boss and are about to explain why they see fit to bring their business into my room, when the squirming man speaks. In English. To me.
"Miss Parker! I was sent by your father. I'm from the European office."
One of the bodyguards lets go off him and turns to me. He pulls out a gun and points it at my head. What the hell?
Instinctively, I take out my gun and point it back at him. We are all staring at each other. One false move and someone is toast. And I bet you it's not going to be me.
Carlo's head is spinning. He might have the charm, but he doesn't really have the stomach for the family business. At least when it comes to shooting people you were about to seduce. I am guessing he's the pretty boy of the family.
In this game, whoever gives something away first is on the losing end. I just point my gun and stare. Carlo finally opens his mouth to say, "What is going on? Who is this man?"
The bodyguards open their mouths to explain, but my cell phone rings. Again. Damn! Perfect timing. I should have shoved the fucking thing in someone's butt a while ago.
There might still be time for that. That nun who wanted me to give to some charity is a good candidate. And then Boy Wonder.
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Broots' home
Blue Cove, Delaware"Debbie sure is a sweet child, James," I tell him as we put all the dishes away, "Plus she liked my cooking."
"Yes. She is my pride and joy."
"I can see... I'm sorry about your wife, James. Roy told me about it. I wondered what had happened when you didn't come to the reunion. I hope you can come next time?"
"Thanks, Maria. I'll try. It would be good to see the old Cal Tech gang."
"Broots, Dr. Vazquez, perhaps we should discuss our options now?" Dr. Green says stepping into the kitchen.
"Yes. We should, Sydney. So, Maria, what are you doing here?"
"We better sit down for this one. It all started when I met a man claiming to be a medical researcher at Seattle University. His name was Jarod Mercer...."
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Jesuit Guest Quarters
Rome, ItalyI let the phone ring a couple of more times, no answer. I am not going to give up this easily. This Miss Parker can't possibly be as bad as Jarod says. Or can she?
Finally, a click. Someone's picked up the phone. I speak, "Miss Parker? Miss Marisa Parker? I need to speak with you as soon as possible. It's about your mother."
I wait for her answer and instead I am surprised when a man speaks. With a suave accent. "Miss Parker is... occupied at the moment. I am sure this can wait."
That accent is too familiar. He's Italian? Where is she? Is she here already?
"Excuse me, but it is of the most importance. Tell her it's about her mother. She will know it's important."
The man hesitates. Come on, tell her! Instead he answers, "I'm sorry. You will have to leave a message."
"No, tell her this is Sister Mary Joseph of the Carmelite Order. I know someone who knew her mother, another Sister of my order." When in doubt use your credentials. The man hesitates more. He must be a Catholic. He murmurs something to someone else. It's in Italian. He relays my message and I can barely hear another voice respond. It's a man. He says to hang up, now.
But suddenly, I hear a scream. Then a bunch of crashing sounds, as if something is getting trashed around. Then some glass breaking. More loud yelling. In Italian and English. Then silence and a woman's voice says something in English. I can't make out any of the words. But, it might be her speaking.
"Miss Parker? Miss Parker?" I yell on the phone.
No answer. Instead, a loud bang erupts in the receiver. A gun shot? More yelling. All in Italian now.
And then silence. I have been disconnected.
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Broots' home
Blue Cove, Delaware"But Maria, you are putting yourself at great risk with this plan. What if Mr. Raines catches you? He will surely kill you. And I don't want to think about what will happen if Lyle finds out. I don't think this is a good idea."
"James, there is no other way. As I told you, I am the only person with the clearance to sneak out the samples. Dr. Raines trusts me, at least professionally. I have access to the facility. This plan will work. Everyone will think this Mr. Lyle is behind it all. Blame it on the disgruntled employee. Plus, if all you told me is true, Mr. Lyle is already stealing stuff from the Centre. So, one more thing missing will be attributed to him."
"You are absolutely insane! Mr. Lyle is stealing SIMS, not whole biological containers! I can't agree this is a good idea."
"But if I don't, Dr. Raines and the rest of the project will develop unspeakable techniques to breed people. We can't let this happen. Dr. Green, you must agree."
"Broots, she's right. We have to put a stop to this."
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Credit Nationale de Geneva
Geneva, Switzerland"Good afternoon. Hans Imber, Vice President, speaking. What can I do for you, Mr. Parker?"
"I need to open a safety deposit that belonged to my parents located at one of your banks in Geneva. It's part of your confidential storage service at the Credit Nationale. My mother died a while back and I need to access some of the items she left locked up. I have faxed all the necessary papers to your assistant."
"Thank you, Mr. Parker. Do you have the key? You will need it to open the box."
"Yes, I have it."
"All right. Uhm... give me minute, my secretary just gave me all the papers. Let's see, is your father, Mr. Parker senior, still living?"
"Yes, he is. But as you see, I have enclosed a letter from him authorizing my opening of the box."
"Wonderful. All's in order then. When do you think you will be in Geneva? I can set up an appointment for you right now."
"Monday."
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Broots' home
Blue Cove, DelawareSydney's gone home. And I detected a little sly smile as he left me with Maria. I have been dreading this ever since she materialized at the Centre. I guess lately I have been a bit hesitant to be alone with the women in my life. Except with Debbie, of course.
Maria gives me this look and says, "So, what is up with you and May Li?" Never one to be subtle this woman. But I am secretly afraid her question might have more to do with her than with May Li.
I take a long breath and start, "She's not what she seems." Good start, Broots.
"Yeah, right. I mean what is up with that whole China gig? The girl has never ever been in China for more than a short visit, and Hong Kong at that, if you ask me."
"What?" I wasn't expecting this one. "What makes you think so?"
"Hello? James? Her outfits are all wrong. They are so stereotypical to be actually Chinese. Plus I have known many Chinese people who come to the US. At Cal Tech, if you remember, my roommies were both from China. Anyway, she is not at all like them. Of course, there are all sorts of Asian peoples, but May Li has Chinese American girl written all over her. I bet she's from San Francisco. Educated in the US; at Berkeley no doubt. Barely speaks Chinese, probably understands it when mom and dad talk, but can't speak back. Haven't you noticed her accent fluctuates?"
I just stare at her. I have no idea what she is talking about. I really haven't noticed any of the things she has mentioned. I know May Li wears all these embroidered shirt thingies, but haven't had time to analyze them with such scrutiny.
Maria's ranting continues, "Although, uhm, she speaks Japanese. I overheard her the other day making a call. I know it was Japanese. But, I don't think she's from Japan. No, no. She's Chinese all right. Maybe year abroad in Japan? So, what do you know about her? What is going on between you two?"
I guess there is no danger in confiding further with Maria. She knows most of what is going on and she is planning to risk her life to stop Raines, much against my advise and any common sense. Yet, as I am about to tell her, I hear a scream coming from upstairs.
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Jesuit Guest Quarters
Rome, Italy"Tell me again, calmly, what happened after the man said to hang up?" Jarod asks with a look of worry. He just came back from all his meetings and I am trying to tell him about the phone call I made to Miss Parker.
"I heard some screaming and noises. Then something that sounded just like a gun shot! I am not sure, but I think it was one."
"Parker! Jesus! We need to find out where she is, now!" He says for his benefit more than mine, since I don't know what to do to find her. I guess I have certainly gotten over my head here. I hope the poor girl is fine.
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Broots' home
Blue Cove, Delaware"Daddy, I was having a bad dream," little Debbie tells her father. Well, I guess she is not that little anymore. I have never met her, but I do remember James mailing me a picture of her after she was born. She was a lovely baby with rosy cheeks and big wondering eyes. She will probably make a beautiful teen with that long blonde hair of hers and fine features. Her eyes, like her father's, sparkle in the light. A born heartbreaker. Poor James is going to be developing an ulcer as soon as Debbie goes on her first date.
I watch him tuck her back into bed. Along with her stuffed tiger. He sits by her bedside, and plants a kiss on her forehead. So cute. I find myself grinning like such a fool. I guess it's okay, no one is really watching. It's that darn biological clock.
Ring. Ring. Uhm? That wasn't me, I think someone is at the front door. Did Dr. Green forget something?
"I'll get it," I say to the picture perfect father and daughter, a little jealous of not having a child of my own.
James murmurs a thank you and proceeds to tell Debbie a calming story. I turn around and walk down the stairs to the front door. As I near it, the ringing continues.
"Calm down!," I yell, "I'm coming. I'm coming."
I open the door to find May Li standing there with a huge look of confusion in her face. Guess she wasn't expecting to see me here. She looks behind me to see if someone is there. Nothing. Then she looks at me closely and notices the state of undress I am and that I am not wearing my shoes. I got comfortable while doing the dishes. A look of shock registers in her face and she steps back a bit.
"This was... a mistake. I'll... see him tomorrow," she murmurs as she turns around to go back to her car.
Oh my! She probably thinks James and I are involved. I almost feel like laughing, but this is not the time. She is halfway down the driveway. I didn't mean to scare her off. Especially since obviously James likes her. Whoever she is. They need to work out whatever is going on.
"Wait!" I yell.
She turns around and her eyes do a lot of the talking. I can't see her usual defiance reflected there, instead her eyes have become darker and somber. She doesn't want to face me; she's conflicted. She feels for him. I'm sure.
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Broots' home
Blue Cove, DelawareAfter leaving Debbie asleep, I proceed downstairs.
"Maria?" I softly ask, "Who was it at the ..." Before I finish, I enter the living room and find Maria putting on her jacket and shoes. I turn to her and see that May Li seating in the couch. What is she doing here?
"Got to run, James," Maria says with a slight smile. Very similar to the one Sydney had when he left.
"But, Maria, we were... talking," I say to her nervously. Please don't leave me with her, my eyes try to tell her.
Maria looks into my eyes and winks. She turns around to May Li and says, "Good night." May Li looks at her and nods. Maria exits the room and walks to the front door. I follow her, leaving May Li alone in the room.
"Where are you going?" I softly ask, not wanting to have my voice carry over to the other room.
"Home. Where else?" She looks at me like if I am from another planet.
"But, you can't leave me with *her*." I say, my head pointing towards the living room. Maria stops at the door and cocks her head a bit before speaking.
"James, remember back in college? Spring break senior year?" I don't like where this is going one bit. But yes, I certainly remember. I nod.
"Well, James, she has the *exact* look I had then. And if memory serves, you have the same look too." She smiles broadly and nears me, "But unfortunately, you allowed work, or whatever excuse you told yourself, to interfere with what we started then. And now, here we are. I don't regret the past, but I wish you had given it a chance... But, don't worry, that's water under the bridge. However, if you don't get into that living room and talk to that woman, I am afraid I will have to take drastic measures. Okay?" She once again winks and quickly leans to kiss my check. In two seconds, she's out the door.
I glance towards the living room. I feel as if I am going to face the guillotine. I swallow harshly and begin the initial descent.
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Unnamed highway in Italy
The phone's constant ringing is going to drive me insane if it doesn't kill me first. Of course, I would rather butcher the idiot who is calling (I know who it probably is) and then move onto Carlo and his bodyguards. How would they feel if they were shoved into a car's trunk without much of an explanation? I don't know why Carlo packed my phone as well, especially if no one is picking it up since it's with me in the trunk. I wished I could reach it, but these ropes around my wrists bite more into my flesh every time I try to untie them. If I answer the phone, maybe Boy Wonder can make himself somewhat useful.
Yet again, I don't need him to pretend to be my knight in shinning armor. I can take care of myself. And of these two bit thugs.
I think we are headed for the family state. Maybe Papa is a bit more reasonable. And will he at least explain to me what the hell is going on? Am I being kidnapped because I was about to sleep with Carlo? This sure is one Catholic country.
I chuckle at my own joke. I guess I am already insane. I almost sound like Jarod. Shoot me now, Mr. Raines!
Oh, oh. The car is slowing down. I wish I had my hands free to rip the eyes out of whoever opens the trunk first. I guess I am going to have to impale him with my stiletto heel instead. A Parker never goes down without a fight.
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Broots' home
Blue Cove, DelawareAs I enter the room, she stands up to meet me. At least she is as nervous as I appear to be. But, is what Maria suspects true? Does May Li feel the same attraction I feel for her? Certainly we shared that near kiss the other day. And today in the office there was so much tension. Yet, I am very hesitant to read more into this.
"Broots..." She begins. I notice her eyes don't want to meet mine. She is clutching her shirts bottoms with her hands and her beautiful dark eyes are roaming my home's decorations. "I wanted to... I mean things were so... tense today and I wanted to make sure that..."
I see her profile. She closes her eyes for a second and shallows hard. Then she finally stops avoiding my eyes and glances up. I am bewildered by her breathtaking beauty. I know she is beautiful, but tonight she is even more so. Her eyes are fixated on mine and I see a bit of redness in them. It almost looks like she is about to cry. She focuses her pupils on mine and I almost feel that the darkness of her eyes is going to shallow my soul. Her smooth skin begs to be touched. Her face is tilted towards me and her raven hair is loose and covering part of her left side. I want to reach out and touch it. Move it away from her face. Her lips are suddenly forming a silly smile. This is not the same woman that once held a gun to my temple. I have no idea who this woman is. Yet, I am so drawn to her I don't really care who she might be.
Unable to stop myself, I step closer to her and cup her face in my hands. I look into her eyes to see if the same desire I have is also there. I also allow her space to protest or move away. I don't want to overstep her boundaries. She smiles more and closes the distance between us. My heart is racing and my hands tremble a bit. I feel her tentatively hug my chest and feel her body rise as she tip toes up. Her silk clothes rubbing against my body make a tinny noise that produces a slight chuckle in me. I open my lips to let it out.
But as I sense the laughter escape my body, her soft lips capture mine. It takes me by surprise, but as soon as I feel her mouth open up and form a bigger smile, I lean into the kiss. It's pure delight. Her tongue hungrily searches the insides of my mouth and I let out a harsh moan of pleasure. It encourages her to kiss me more passionately. My hands leave her face and envelope the small of her back. I slip my tongue into her mouth and begin exploring her. I feel her tremble in my arms and her mouth lets out a soft moan that causes my heart to race more.
I hear a faint ring, it's the phone. For once I am going to let the machine pick it up. They owe me one.
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Jesuit Guest Quarters
Rome, ItalyNo answer from Parker's cell phone. And Broots is not answering either. I'm running out of options.
I don't know who else to reach to help me find her. All Sydney knows is that she is Italy and some sweepers that were assigned to follow her are dead. Where could she be? I need to make sure she is fine. Once again, I log on to my email account, but no word from Angelo. Yet.
I can't just sit here...
The hotel people claim she left with some gentleman. Nothing more. It is as if they are afraid to confide in me. Why all the secrecy? I'm too emotionally involved to be very effective. A Pretender's downfall, Sydney always said. Let's just hope it doesn't mean harm will come to the other Pretender I love more than life itself. Someone has to know something. Someone who is not afraid of those "gentlemen" that left with her. Someone who can find answers.
Then it occurs to me; why didn't I think of it earlier? The woman from the plane. Julia! She can help. I reach for the phone and dial her number.
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Broots' home
Blue Cove, DelawareThings are both out of control and moving painfully slow. I can't believe this is happening. After kissing for a while standing, I push her into the wall to better lean into her. My hands begin moving up and down her back caressing her through the silk shirt, while she frantically removes my own plaid shirt. The touch of her lips on my chest sends shrills down my spine.
I think he have reached the point of no return. I untangle myself from her momentary and whisper in her ear, "Let's go upstairs."
She looks at me and nods, but first she kisses me again. I am left breathless and with a silly smile. I murmur her name, but she immediately puts a finger on my mouth to cover it.
She then leans into me and whispers, "No, no. Don't call me that. Don't call me anything. Just be with me. We don't have much time together. Let's forget who we are. For tonight. Please."
As I nod a yes, she takes my hand and we move upstairs. For tonight we can pretend to be just normal people. No Centre. No Yakuza. Nothing but us.
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end of part 13
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sneak preview of part 14: We finally find out what May Li is really up to; as well as some of Mr. Parker's involvement in this whole drama. Oh, and we learn what happened to Miss Parker.