I did my best to copy that and in time got pretty good at it myself. What Dad just could not do was buy products, he was way too nice and sales reps u...sually got the best of him. My Mother had no troubles with that at all. Mom was of course a catalog, she knew every part number in every manual we had, and by the time I got out of high school we had those little discs that had all the info about parts on them. That helped a lot, sales became easy and fast. Except for Dad, the one time I saw him. Beyond the soft candle light the room is pitch black and the silence is almost deafening.A sexy male voice reaches out to me from out of the darkness "Don't move, stay right where you are . . . close your eyes." The slightly deep raspy timber of his voice sends a shiver down my spine. The sound of it makes me suddenly very aware of my naked body. I can feel his eyes explore every inch of my body like invisible hands from out of the darkness. My nipples grow tight and taunt in response.I close. The five- foot-six-inch, caramel-skinned, spy made it back to the conference room to knosh on finger sandwiches and tapas with the other spooks. After speaking with his direct boss, Rita Kennedy, Kelvin spotted U.S. Army Captain Travers Sutton. CPT Sutton was a twenty-eight year-old, detachment commander of the hostage rescue unit with which Kelvin had worked in Syria. The white man had grown up in rural Indiana and attended Ball State University on an ROTC scholarship. He stood at six-. Back in the States, he meant.Seven years. Seven years since he’d fled his hometown, his family, his life. A long time. Boston was only three hours away from Littleton, and he wondered if his family was still there. He wondered if Kim was still there.Kim. He didn’t let himself think about his sister much. There was too much guilt there. He’d been s*******n when he’d fled the hell his father had made of their lives. Kim had been twelve. How many times had he lost sleep over that? Over the fact.