Chapter 48

 

Donna was getting restless. Too much time had passed, with no action. It was about 6 p.m. when Polish returned to the condo unit that they had rented in Punta Gorda. Donna liked the city with the old tropical houses that reminded her of Key West. She also enjoyed the water ways found in so much of the town. What she definitely did not enjoy was being cooped up in this small apartment, unable to move about freely for fear of being recognized.

As Polish entered the room, Donna was deeply engrossed in a made for TV movie. The script was terrible, the actors were unknown, and the ending predictable, even by a child. But somehow she was caught up in it. She remembered the joke about the guy in a restaurant who complained about his food—it was overcooked, it tasted terrible, and worst of all, the portions were tiny. 

“Honey, I’ve got some great news,” Polish announced.

“Shh, I want to see the end of this. But God knows why, I knew who the killer was, two minutes from the start.” 

He went to the TV and hit the off button. One thing he had learned, don’t make Donna mad. But this time he was certain that she would forgive him. 

“I found out where Maureen and Fred are hiding out; it wasn’t easy, but I did it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Damn right I am, but it won’t be a cakewalk for you to get to them because they’re in the middle of the CIA complex in Washington, DC.”

“No, you’re right, it won’t be easy. But I can at least go up there, probe their minds and maybe find out when they’re going to leave the area. They can’t hide out there forever. Well, perhaps I’ll keep you after all,” she said to her smiling partner.

“Of course you will, babe, you need my arms around you all the time.”

She thought, what an idiot, I only meant keeping him temporarily alive.