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“Hello,” she answered.

“Good morning, Sergeant Harper,” I said.

“Okay, lets stop with the titles and last names. It’s hard to pretend to be intimate with someone while we use formalities in private. Good morning, Brandon,” she said.

“Okay, Amelia! That’s just one of the things that we need to discuss and workout. Can I come over about 1100? I think we need to get to know each other and our cover stories better so that there are no mistakes in the field and so the fake relationship can flow easier,” I responded.

“I agree and 1100 is fine. See you then,” she said, and she hung up the phone.

Well that went good, I guess. I am a little rattled about the quick hang up, but whatever. Maybe she’s not a morning person.

At 0930, I left the apartment and went to meet Tom and give him the suitcase of cash from yesterday's sale. Once I have dropped of the money I head over to where Amelia is staying as Stacey Walsh. Of course she’s a big time gun runner, so she lived in a prominent side of town.

I knock on the door, and she opens it almost immediately. Her apartment is immaculate, so much nicer than mine.

“Wow, I say if we end up moving in together, I am moving in here! This is so much nicer than mine,” I said as we walked into her living room and sat down on the couch.

“I would have to agree!” she said laughing. “How about we order in some lunch and then we can talk about our real selfs first, then our undercover persona’s.”

“Sounds good. I am starving,” I said.

We decided on Japanese and talked for hours. I got the feeling that she was hiding something from me, but I wasn’t going to push her about it unless I had to. I will call Agent Lewis and see if he can get me a copy of the Romero case files which would include her and her background story for Stacey.

At 1900, I left to go shower and get ready to come back and pick her up at 2100 to head to a club owned by the Torello organization.

CHAPTERFOUR

Amelia

One thing I can say about Brandon is that he is punctual. He rang the doorbell at exactly 2100. When I opened the door to let him in, I could tell that I had picked the right outfit to wear tonight. His mouth dropped open and stayed like that for at least sixty seconds!

I had decided on a tiny off the shoulder, hip hugging, above the knee, black and blue sequence dress with a pair of 6” blue heels.

I guess he finally realized he was staring because he said, “Uh, sorry, but you look amazing!”

“Thank you!” I replied. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes,” he replied. “My car is out front.”

“Not to burst your bubble, but I have a repartition to uphold so we are going to take my car! It’s in the garage. You may want to move yours in there,” I said.

“I am sure since your apartment is better than mine, then your car is too! But you were also big in the gun running business!” he said laughing.

“Lol! Yes! My apartment is expensive and the Bentley is definitely top of the line!” I tell him laughing.

We walk out the apartment building, get in his car and take it into the parking garage and jump into mine.

When we get to the club, we grab a table and ‘Bruce’ goes to buy us drinks.

I look up and I saw the moment the guy across the room in the Armani suit recognized me. I gave a half witted smile, and he starts to walk to the table.

When he gets to the table he said, “Well, I can’t believe it, Stacy Walsh! I know we never met, but everyone in our line of work knows who you are. Glad to see you out the pin. For you everything is on the house! My name is Johnnie B one of the top guys in the Torello organization and this is my club,” he said.

“Thanks Johnnie B. Nice club. My boyfriend, Bruce Warren, works for Torello too. He is the one who suggested this club,” I replied as ‘Bruce’ walked back to the table with our drinks.

“How long have you been out?” Johnnie B asked as he shook his head at ‘Bruce’ to acknowledge him.

“Five months. I have been laying low trying to get adjusted to being out and seeing what has changed since I was gone,” I replied.

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