Can’t tell you.”And with that they crammed themselves into the lift and the door shut. She watched the numbers as it rose and was surprised they w...ent to the top floor. She heard the hammering on the door and the shouting, then there was silence. She went back into the flat and locked up.She couldn’t understand it. Victor was obviously rich, but seemed to have strong morals; how could he be guilty of crimes? She finally convinced herself that it must have been a mistake on their part, and went. " Not much prospect in Intelligence work is there? You plan to join theCIA or something?" He smiled."No...nothing like that. I don't know. I will find something. I know howto use a PC, file, office work...clerical stuff probably." She shruggedher shoulders."I see. Well...uh...?" Amber." Amber, where do you need to be dropped off? It is the least I can do formy hero." I am staying at the Holiday Inn on Highway 45. Know where it's at?" Yes." He nodded and continued to drive.Amber walked through. The German chef asked her about her husband, and the sadness fell like a veil over her face. Her dinner companion, watched as she told the other man in German, that she was a widow. He kissed her on the cheek, and told her to call him and his wife, before she left the area. Dinner conversation was somewhat subdued after that, and she apologized for the change in her mood. She still grieved the loss of her husband, and at times that loss was still overwhelming. He understood that loss, but. “Like I said, my parents decided to go up to the lake house for the weekend. They won’t be back until tomorrow night. So I’m by myself tonight as well. Look if you don’t want to, I’ll understand…but if you just need…you know…someone to…talk to…” Her voice trailed off. I grinned and looked down at her abruptly. I grinned slightly. “Jennifer, are you asking me to have dinner with you tonight? Look, I’ve got a reservation down the coast a really nice place, and well, if you want to…”.