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a man came out of one of the rooms with a phone
in one hand. “Sir, the president is on line one. He is quite pissed. Says he
has been waiting for your call.”
    Doerr
looked at Nick, whose cheeks were turning pink and eyes cloudy.
    “Thanks,
sir. And good luck with that.” Doerr jerked his head toward the phone and then
walked out.
    All
that had happened fifteen years back. Since then, he had killed many who were
deemed to be the enemies by the CIA. He had done assassination jobs all over
the world, including the one in the Caribbean. One of his jobs was on Playa
Juanillo Beach, in the Dominican Republic. That was how he knew the place so
well.  
    After
twelve long years of service in the intelligence, Doerr had quit the agency out
of disgust for politics, and it was around that time he had met Gayle and had
taken an editing job in New York.
     
     

Chapter 2
    It
was nine fifteen p.m. when Doerr reached his two-bedroom apartment on Seventy-First
Street. He unlocked the door, and as he entered, he saw Gayle sitting in front
of the TV with sleepy eyes. She stood up as Doerr gave her an empty stare. When
he came back to the living room after changing his clothes, Gayle looked ready
to hit the bed.
    “How
was your day, hon?” she asked.
    “Okay,”
Doerr said with an expressionless face. “Nothing special.”
    “I
have the day off tomorrow.”
    “Nice.”
He sat down on the sofa.
    For
a minute, they watched the news on TV. “Now that you talk so little, I don’t
know what I’ll do, sitting home alone the whole day.”
    “Go
to the mall or something.”
    “No,
I don’t like shopping anymore. Should I go to the police station and see if
they’ve made any progress?”
    “No,”
Doerr said. “I’ve already been there three times this week. I think we should
let them do their job. You look sleepy. Perhaps you should go to bed.”
    A
few minutes later, Gayle heeded his suggestion and headed for bed.
    The
next morning, Gayle woke up in Max’s arms. It was nine a.m. and unusual for her
to wake up so late. She was an early rising girl; her routine included getting
up at seven, dashing through the bathroom, and then rushing to the train
station to catch the 7:35 Line Six train to Grand Central. Once there, she
would then switch to a Line Two train and be at her cubicle by 8:45. The IT job
often forced her to work unsocial hours.
    But
today was different. She shifted down a little and pressed her head against
Doerr’s shoulder, waking him up. “Morning, Max,” she said.
    “Morning.”
Doerr lifted his hand to massage her breast. “Sorry, I’ve been a little cold
lately.”
    “It’s
okay.” She caressed his back. “I know what you’re going through. I feel bad
too. Billy was such a good kid.” She choked.
     
     
    AFTER
DOERR HAD left for work, Gayle settled down with a book. Her phone rang. It was
her mom.
    “I
have some news for you.”
    “What
is it, Mom?”
    “Are
you ready?”
    “Yes.”
Gayle knew her mom liked to create drama, so she patiently waited.
    “Okay,
here it is. Max was not Billy’s father.”
    “Come
on, Mom,” Gayle said. “I know you don’t like him. But to make up something like
this…”
    “I’m
serious, Gayle. I checked with Health Department. Billy’s father is someone
called Jeff Donarski.”
    “Are
you sure you searched for the right Billy?” It didn’t seem right to Gayle. Doerr
never wanted to discuss his first marriage, which she understood. He had told
her that he had personally cared for Billy for years, since his first wife had died
twelve years back.
    “Yes,
Billy Donarski,” her mom replied, “date of birth April third, 1990. Later, his name
was changed to Billy Doerr.”
    “How
can it be?”
    “I
know how it can be, he’s a liar. Maybe he has a life insurance policy on Billy
tucked away somewhere.”
    “Mom!”
    “I
think you should confront him tonight.” Her mom gave her verdict. “If you want,
I’ll go there and ask for