We need backup, Julie." I saw she was debating on whether to believe me or not. I pushed the issue. "You said I would know from my FBI days what to do.... I have to have backup, in case something goes wrong. Trust me, honey." I touched her cheek gently, trying to convince her. She smiled, rubbing her cheek against my hand."He doesn't need anyone but me," she said in a quiet, distracted voice, as if talking to herself. "But he doesn't know that. It is what the FBI would do. It is consistent." She. " Oh, very well," she pouted. "I'll go put on the second one." As she left the room, she saw him run his fingers through his hair like he was frustrated. She smiled. It looked like her plan was working.She waited until she again heard a commercial break as one of the teams took a time-out before she walked back in. "What about this one?" she asked as she pirouetted in front of him. This time the dress was blue silk, with a flowing skirt that caressed her legs when she moved and the neckline was. “Did you sleep alright?” Matthew asked her.“Yes thank you,” Yasmin looked at Matthew, trying not to think about his you-know-what.“I expect things will seem a bit strange, to start with,” Sadie said kindly.The words made Yasmin wonder about how long they were planning to keep her here. “They are a bit strange,” she replied. “How long are you going to keep me?” There, she’d said it, out in the open.“Just till the immigration case gets under way,” Matthew told her, “I plan to be on it. ’ ‘Well, uh, Jessica, I, well, like I said, I was a terrible parent to you. And I know you say it’s water under the bridge and all that, but well, it isn’t now, well, because something is, uh…’ ‘Is something wrong? Are you okay?’ I asked. ‘Yes! I’m fine! Better than fine! I’m in the best health of my life! It’s just…’ ‘Well, stop scaring me! I thought you had a tumor or something. None of that old stuff matters. You and I are family andalways will be. I’m over all that. Please, don’t ever bring.