I realized mom had to have let him take those pictures! Her face was blocked out, but I know my mom, and it was her. The clothes and a little scar on... her shoulder verified that. I was shocked and quickly put the folder back into hiding, exactly where it was. I returned to my room and closed the panel. Wow, dad would go crazy if he knew this was going on. Dad worked in the field and was gone on location for weeks at a time. He was like never home. Mom must have gotten lonely and started. One of the women managed to explain to Bitsy that Mahmod was working on his real job at the moment. He clerked in a convenience store during the days.When Bitsy explained it all to me, my reaction was to say, “Of course he does. let’s get over there before he gets on his suicide vest.”“You are such a distrustful bastard,” she said. “All that just because you got blown up last year.”“It goes back farther than that. Anyway let’s go question him, and then we can go to lunch,” I suggested.The. 00hrs when we eventually got into the Apartment, it was clean and presentable, it had everything you need but for one thing, one bedroom and only one bed, and to make it even more testing, a double at that, “well s*s, I will take the bed and you can have the sofa” “ho no, it is my holiday, you have the sofa and I will have the bed” she said and I shook my head, “no, no” I joked, me bed you bed” “what” she asked, “well neither one of us can sleep on the sofa for a week, let’s just make the best. “What now, honey?” Mike asked.“Mike, will you come with me to my parents’ apartment? I’m nervous.” She looked at him wistfully.“I don’t have anything else to do,” he said. He tipped the skycap who had carried his bag to a waiting cab.They went west on the Long Island Expressway, through the Midtown Tunnel and up Park Avenue. Kelly’s apartment was in the 60’s. A doorman opened the door as the cab pulled up. He saluted the uniforms and then did a double-take. “Miss Jackson? Is that you?”Kelly.