He hadn't used a credit card, accessed his bank account or made any calls on his cell.He updated his contacts with the latest information he had, incl...uding a better description of the woman and her car. The car would have to show up somewhere he thought. He wondered if the woman was leading him on a wild goose chase, acting as a decoy for Mike, or even if they had arranged a rendezvous. Maybe she was just some dumb cunt Mike had paid to lead him further away from him.Nah! The woman was too. ”“And how about the enormous orange one?”“That’s Russia.”“Do you happen to know what this little, teeny-tiny brown spot is?”“That’s Germany.”At this point Rudy becomes quite pensive, and then very quietly asks the question of the century, “Do you think Hitler knows that?”― Georg Rauch, An Unlikely Warrior: A Jewish Soldier in Hitler’s ArmyMy boss in New York City, a gorgeous redhead called Roxanne, sent me a telegram up in Bremerhaven that it was not a good idea to return to Berlin at this. Donna was like a lot of women in her late fifties you see out there. Oh, I know that sounds stereotypical and I know that there definitely are exceptions. Donna, like my wife, dressed so conservatively that you really never saw much skin. She had a pleasant personality. She wasn’t obnoxious or irritating. She just seemed like family to me, so this felt really awkward.What I didn’t know about Donna was this; she had been holding her entire family together all by herself for over the last fifteen. " Gladly."And with that, she was gone. Electra was finally gone. Annabelle closed her eyes and dropped the sheet from her naked body, letting herself bask in a feeling she suddenly felt more than ever in her life.Freedom.It was Saturday night, just after eight. Tyler Partrey was fairly confident he could move safely, as long as he did so quickly. Drago and the others probably wouldn't be prowling the streets for at least another hour. He just had to get out of the house; he couldn't just keep.