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himself up on by his elbows, and made a lunge at her but she jumped back.
    “Look Anatoli,” said Reanna, “I’m not a patient person. This could get ugly very quickly. I would suggest you cooperate; you might not enjoy the consequences if you don’t.”
    “Big bluff, lady,” he rumbled.
    “Don’t try me. Now, who are you working for, and what is his name?”
    “You’ll never find him.”
    Reanna pulled her fist back then jammed it into his operated shoulder. His eyes went wide as he winced in pain. “His name is Yuri. There, now you know and now you can leave me alone.”
    “What’s his last name?”
    “Go to hell, lady.”
    “Okay, if that’s the way you feel it’s okay with me. I got the information I wanted. Just relax. Here, you might be more comfortable with two pillows instead of one. Let me help you.”
    Reanna crossed the floor to the other bed and picked up the pillow and returned to Anatoli. “Here, this will help you sleep,” then slammed the pillow down over Anatoli’s face and pressed down with both arms with all of her weight. Anatoli’s one arm began to thrash and his feet began to kick at the sheets. His weakened body squirmed but Reanna maintained a tight grip on the pillow while she looked back at the doorway. Reanna took in deep breaths and kept heavy pressure on the pillow. This’ll teach you to try to take my Jim away from me. Come on, Ruski, die…die.
    The only sound in the room was his muffled cries for help which soon stopped. His one arm fell to his side and his body became quiet. Reanna raised the pillow and felt his carotid - no pulse. She stood up and returned the extra pillow to the second bed.
    She looked at Anatoli and said in Russian, “Go to hell, you bastard,” then walked out of the room and headed for home.

Chapter Seven
    Reanna was surprised when she entered an empty house. She had expected Jim to be there when she arrived. He needed to leave for Washington. She began to organize a few personal items for her upcoming trip. She went to the kitchen and filled two glasses with her favorite white wine and placed them on the coffee table in the living room, their favorite chatting spot. She turned on the radio to their favorite easy listening station and returned to the couch. After waiting for an hour, she began to pace back and forth; she knew something had to be wrong. She picked up the telephone and called S & S Engineering. Her brow wrinkled as she listened to the ringing of the unanswered telephone while she twisted several strands of her hair around her finger.
    Then she dialed Carl at home and he answered on the second ring.
    Without waiting for Carl to speak, Reanna said, “Carl…Reanna. Have you heard from Jim?”
    “No, why?”
    “He said he would be right home, but that was hours ago.”
    “I haven’t heard from him, but if and when I do, I call you right away. You sound worried; don’t be. You know Jim can take of himself.”
    “Yeah, okay thanks,” and Reanna hung up the phone.
    She could look for him but this was a big city. She’d never find him.She walked to the door, grabbed her pistol and returned to the couch. For a few more hours, she reclined on the couch but the pistol remained clutched in her hand.
    * * *
    The following morning, Reanna awoke on the couch and still no Jim. If Jim was hurt, the best place to look for him was at the hospital. She showered and put on clean whites and left for the hospital. She walked directly to Emergency then the admitting office and with the clerks, searched the records for Jim but came up empty.
    With reddened eyes, Reanna proceeded to the OR’s employee lounge, took off her jacket and poured herself a cup of coffee from the coffee station. She was still early for work so she sat down at a table to think.
    This wasn’t like Jim at all. Something was wrong. She assumed he was probably okay but not knowing was tough. She felt helpless.
    She reached over to the counter and retrieved the morning