Blue Cove, Delaware
In response to the knock on
her door, Miss Parker coughed and looked up from the latest security report
she was filling out to see Sydney and Broots standing in her doorway.
What? she barked.
What is it, Broots?
He stepped forward and dropped
a sheet of paper on her desk. Picking it up, Miss Parker couldnt
help noticing the smile that was curling Sydney's lips. Something
amusing you, Pavlov? Not expecting an answer, she looked down at
the sheet of paper and groaned. And why, in their infinite stupidity,
are we being sent to the funeral of some guy in Receiving?
She rolled her eyes and glared
at Broots, who responded indignantly to her jibe. Bennie was a friend
And is he the one with
no tongue, no toes or no
No fingers. On one hand,
the technician admitted, eyeing at his own ten digits. And missing
some on the other.
Miss Parker rolled her eyes
before blowing her nose, then looked more carefully at the page before
glancing at Sydney. I cant help thinking theres more
to this than meets the eye. Theyd never pay for us just to go to
Sydney let the door shut behind
him and spoke in a lowered voice. The report I got suggested that
one of the missing Blue Files might also be in the same location.
So why doesnt Lyle
have to don his best black suit and go? Thats his job, not mine.
We dont have an official finger in that pie.
Mr. Lyles on vacation.
Broots didnt look as though the fact was upsetting him too much.
Thats why were being sent.
And to which wonderful
corner of the world are we being sent?
you should be
happy, Miss Parker. Were going to California. She glared at
him and he tried to justify his remarks. You might be able to get
rid of your cold.
* * * * * * * * *
Los Angeles, California
Sunny California on a beautiful
Tuesday evening and I'm beginning to have very serious doubts about my
sanity. Not only because I'm being chased down an alleyway by a woman
in six-inch stilettos. If you ask me, that's more her problem than mine.
It's more a case of what I was doing here in the first place. And what
four-legged creature is running down the alley ahead of me...
Itll probably come
as no great surprise to find out that, yet again, Argyle is involved.
I managed, somehow, to avoid seeing him last year. I guess it was really
too much to hope that I could do the same thing this year. Still, theres
nothing wrong with hoping, right?
But, as usual, it's better
to start at the beginning....