"Tina stared at her with a touch of pity in her face. "Oh, I'm sorry Debbie," she said. "It has seemed like I've been spending all my time with him la...tely, hasn't it?" Well, kind of. But you and I are still friends, right?" Of course we are. I'm sorry if you're feeling left-out. I suppose it was kind of rude of me, wasn't it?" It's okay. I mean, you've got a good excuse." Tell you what. Today, you can come over to my house. I'll just tell Paul that it's not fair that he gets to monopolize my. ‘Are you so sure of that, Cien?’ He asked carefully. ‘Aye,’ Cien said, but the stopped. He moved his weight from foot to foot, staring out at the horizon. ‘They are religious zealot’s, the MacPhearsons.’ Liam nodded watching him. Cien shook his head. ‘All we know is they traveled this way more than a week ago. They could be anywhere.’ Liam gave him grave eyes. ‘At least your lady is safe in her tower.’ Cien nodded. ‘Yes, for now she is safe in the tower. I pray she stays that way.’ Cien took. He put the phone away and tookFrankie's hand."You've been such a good sport, I made dinner reservations at Club 16."Frankie knew the reputation of the expensive supper club, but had neverbeen. "Sounds like a good time." He took Bruce's arm and they walkedtogether to the cloakroom.As Bruce helped Frankie on with his coat, he leaned in and whisperedsoftly. "You were so great back there letting me parade you around infront of all those power people. Man, I am so lucky to have found you. Ican't. My enemies, that is. They wanted me dead, so your daughter got hurt, simply from being in the wrong place at the wrong time,” I continued while sipping some orange juice.“What sort of ... enemies?” Monique now asked me, breaking her silence as well.“Drug lords, cartels. I fought for the Mexican and Colombian governments, never for the DEA. I don’t approve of the domestic ‘war on drugs,’ you see. I’ve seen how many American as well as foreign lives have been destroyed by it. That was part of any.