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newspaper from the short stack that was delivered every morning. She laid the paper out flat on the table while she held the cup in her right hand and sipped her coffee. She perused the first page then turned the page. Her eyes shot wide open and she said, “No, no,” as she slammed her cup down on the table splashing coffee as she did a double take at a mugshot of Jim with the caption, ‘Jim Wilson, local businessman caught breaking and entering at the Sleep Tight Motel.’
    “No, no,” she said, shaking her head as she slapped the paper back down on the table. Her cheeks were burning. This couldn’t be true. She’d go to the station and get him.
    Another nurse walked into the lounge and said, “Reanna, there’s a telephone call for you at the nurses’ station. I think—”
    Reanna jumped up from the table, ran to the nurse’s station and saw the black telephone off the hook lying on the counter. She grabbed the phone and said, “This is Reanna.”
    “Carl here—“
    “What happened to Jim? What’s going on?”
    “Calm down, Reanna. Jim couldn’t make a telephone call from the jail until this morning. Knowing he only had one phone call, he called Mac’s twenty-four-hour number. Mac called me.”
    “What did he say?”
    “Mac said he would handle this with the police commissioner and Jim should be released shortly. What was he doing at the motel?”
    “Um…I don’t know. All I know is that he didn’t come home last night. I guess we’ll both find out today. I’ll be here—available to get Jim.”
    “We’ll see, I’ll let you know. Talk with you later.”
    “Thanks, Carl,” and she hung up the phone, sat down at the desk, her shoulders slumped forward. She couldn’t believe this.

Chapter Eight
    Reanna received a telephone call from Jim when he was released. Reanna was relieved and quickly drove to the police station to pick him up. She saw Jim standing on the front steps when she arrived and she pulled up by the curb. Jim got in and said, “Let’s go, let’s get out of here.”
    Reanna, with a huge grin, leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. Although she felt like celebrating, she immediately sped away. She looked at Jim, “Welcome home, sailor. What happened?”
    Jim placed his hand on her thigh and shook his head, “I found a box of forty caliber bullets in the motel room. I was also able to decipher a telephone number from a notepad. Then I called the number.”
    “Great, who was it?”
    “Hold on to your seat, hon. It was the CIA.”
    “Are you kidding me…the CIA?” exclaimed Reanna.
    “Yes, this character had apparently been in contact with the CIA. I think there’s a mole in the Agency and I don’t have a clue as to who it could be. What a helluva time to go on a mission. I’ll be looking over my shoulder every day looking for a hit man. This sure makes our lives more complicated.”
    Jim inhaled deeply then said, “When I was leaving that motel room, a group of cops with drawn weapons were waiting for me. The motel clerk reported me as an intruder. Even after Mac called the chief of police, the cops still didn’t want to release me. They wanted to know more of why the CIA was involved and my involvement with the CIA.”
    “What did you tell him?”
    “I told him as little as possible. The commissioner dug in his heels even after he talked with Mac…unbelievable.”
    “You should decline this mission; it’s too dangerous.”
    “I can’t,” answered Jim. “We could actually prevent another war but we can’t take anything for granted. It might not be too safe for you at the house either. You should find a quiet motel someplace, just temporarily.”
    Reanna paused for a moment then smiled, shook her head and said, “No, I can protect myself at home better than at some strange motel. I’ll only be at home for two days anyway until I travel to meet up with you.”
    Jim observed Reanna’s determined look and said, “Okay, but be careful. What did you find out