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Yes I'll get it. Shelly shouted. She hurried from the room into the hall where the cordless unit sat on its ledge. Katrina smiled at me. This made me wonder. She'd been home for nearly a year in that time her smile had been tentative contrite. She wanted me to know that she was there for the long run that she was sorry for her transgressions and wanted to make our life work together. But that evening her smile was confident even the way she sat was regal self-assured dad. It's for you. Standing up from my chair and moving into the hallway I felt as if I were displaced another man or maybe the same man in a similar but vastly different world. The working poor lottery winner who suddenly one day realizes that riches have turned his blood into vinegar. Hello I said into the receiver. I was expecting an acquaintance or maybe a credit card company asking about some suspect charge. No one who I did business with had my phone number. The kind of business I was in couldn't be addressed by an a..

Then a man's voice said. This is Sam strain. Why are you calling me at my home. I asked because even though strange was a leg man for Alfonse Rinaldo one of the secret pillars of New York's political and economic systems. I couldn't allow even him to infringe on my domestic life such as it was. The big man called and said it was an emergency. Strange said. Sam worked for the seemingly self appointed special assistant to the city of New York. I say seemingly because even though Alfonso Naldo was definitely attached to City Hall No one knew his job description or the extent of his power. I had done a few questionable jobs with the man before I decided to go straight. And while I was no longer engaging in criminal activities I couldn't afford to turn him down without a hearing. What is it you want. I asked. There's a young woman named Tara Lear that he wants you to make contact with. Sam rarely if ever spoke with all those names. He had an internal censor like those old time printers who replaced God with

G dash D in books. Why. He just want you to speak to her and make sure.