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the main reason she wanted to work there - her target was a nurse employed at the same hospital. There was a lot her sister didn’t know, and for now Alandra wanted to keep it that way.
    Alandra jerked her head around when the prickling sensation on the back of her neck started up again. A quick scan of her surroundings only revealed a man with a thick wool hat and an oversized coat talking to a little boy about peanut butter, an older woman looking through the day-old bread in the bakery, and three women arguing good naturedly about which dinner rolls to purchase. There was no one watching her or at least no one she could see. Okay, now this is getting weird . Maybe I’m just tired .
    “Here you go ma’am. Can I get you anything else?”
    Alandra turned to the woman behind the counter. “No, this is good. Thank you.” She took the two sandwiches and proceeded to the check out. If she didn’t get herself together, she would need to start seeing a therapist again. After her near death experience, it had taken over a year of counseling to start sleeping through the night without waking up in a cold sweat every few hours. Those were some dark days and going back to a therapist would be like reliving it all over again. No, whatever this weird sensation was would pass. That was a different time in her life and she had survived.
    Twenty minutes later Alandra sat in front of her sister’s desk while she finished a call. Dr. Natasha Lockham, Chief of Staff. Alandra stared at the nameplate in her hand, tracing the gold plated letters with her index finger. Throughout her life, her big sister had been her go to person, her rock, and the only one in her family who knew she’d been a spy for the CIA. Just once she would have liked to see her sister, not about a problem or some drama, but with good news. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t be tonight.
    Alandra glanced at Natasha who was on the telephone. Divorced ten years ago, her sister gave up on love and poured herself into her career, making her one of the youngest Chief of Staff in the city. At thirty-five, with smooth bronze toned skin, she looked more like their Latino father than her or their other sister, and she had his same work ethic – you’re not finished until the job is done perfectly.
    “Sorry about that,” Natasha said when she finished her call. “Let’s get back to our discussion. So after all of these months of knowing Quinn was in Chicago, you finally went to see him.” She took a swig from her Diet Coke and unwrapped her roast beef sandwich.
    Alandra had left Quinn’s almost an hour ago and still hadn’t gotten over his reaction to her sudden appearance, or her response to being near him again. An involuntary shiver raced down her spine when she remembered the longing she felt when he cupped her face in his hands, his lips close enough to kiss. What made her think she could see him again, and not be affected by his presence? She pressed the nameplate against her forehead with both hands and closed her eyes. I don’t need this distraction right now.
    “You should’ve heard the way he spoke to me,” Alandra said in a grudging tone and slammed the nameplate back on the desk, ignoring her sister’s warning scowl. She lurched out of her seat and paced the length of the office, getting angrier by the minute. “He has never raised his voice at me like he did tonight. And the way he looked at me…God, you would’ve thought I was an ax murderer or something!”
    “Girl, are you serious?” Her sister took the last bite of her roast beef sandwich. “Look at it from his point of view. He married a woman he was wildly in love with. A week later, she shocks the hell out of him by showing up at a covert op – in a dangerous country where women should not travel alone. Then, if that weren’t wild enough, gunfire breaks out; she gets shot in the chest, and dies. Three years later out of nowhere, she drops by his house for a random visit like none of that ever