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in stride.  Let’s end this conversation before it goes any farther, she thought.  “What time is it?” she asked with a false sense of concern.  That should get them scurrying. 
                  Lumi shooed the children back to their rooms and called goodnight to Mrs. Vernon.  Parker stopped as he headed down the hall.  “Hey mom, can you ask Dad to come see me tonight before he goes to bed?  I have something to ask him.”  Yeah, me too, she thought.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 3
     
                  Mike knocked on the door of his new boss, Clark Donaldson, and waited for the response.  After years in the Organized Crime Unit, Mike was used to a boss that barked, yelled and swore like a drunken sailor.  Clark, on the other hand, was as genteel as the white collar criminals that he investigated.  He motioned Mike into his office while he was finishing up a phone call.  He mouthed the word “Washington” and gestured to Mike to sit down. 
                  Clark covered the phone with his hand and whispered an apology.  His politeness drove Mike crazy.  That was one of the things he loved about the OCU - rudeness was the order of the day, and everyone was okay with it.   ‘Fuck you you fucking fuck’ was a term of love and affection, and Mike loved being a part of it.  Fuck yes!
                    For a guy who barely uttered a swear word until he was twenty, most of the people who knew him in his youth would have been shocked to see him hanging with the dogs of the Organized Crime Unit, throwing shit to the guys (and girls), eating every kind of slop that came by, wearing clothes that had as many wrinkles as they had stains.  As a matter of fact, most of the people who knew Michael Merrill Towner were shocked that he was even working for the FBI, and not sitting in a corner office of Howard, Towner and Richardson.  Mike had been on track to become heir apparent of one of the oldest and most revered law firms in Philadelphia.  His grandfather had founded the firm, his father took over the helm, and it was fully expected that he, too, would continue the family legacy.
                  He did everything his parents expected of him.  Haverford through eighth grade, Choate for high school.  Harvard for both undergrad and law school.  Mick and Susan Towner regularly congratulated themselves on the fine job they had done with Mike.  There was barely a day that someone at the club, the firm or at church didn’t ask about Mike, and the Towners loved nothing more than to dowplay Mike’s accomplishments.  Oh, Mike?  He’s in school in Boston.  They’d never mention the “H” word.  They wouldn’t want to seem like they were boasting.
                  It was a great childhood.  Mike had nothing to complain about.  He had two older sisters who treated him like their own personal baby doll, and still did to this day.  In law school, he started dating Brooke Heston, an undergrad from Tufts.  His parents were thrown by the Tufts thing.  They never mentioned the “L” word, but Mike got a kick out of the fact that she came from such a liberal school and that it bothered them so much.    They got to know Brooke, and really began to like her.  She may not have money, although she came from a fine old Boston family with no money.  For the Towners, the next best thing to money was lineage.  They warmed up to Brooke very nicely.
                  Everything was going according to plan until just before Mike graduated from Law School.  He was set to return to Philadelphia and start at Howard, Towner.  Brooke was going to transfer to the Art Institute of Philadelphia. She had been studying Art History at Tufts, so it seemed a natural transition.  She and Mike had found a great apartment near Rittenhouse Square and had even talked of getting a dog.
                  Until.  Until one night