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more complicated. Not if we acted faster than we had planned. We had talked about doing the job inside of a week. Now we were going to have to do it in a matter of days.
     
    . . . . .
     
    There wasn’t much action at the house, so I left about 3 a.m. and headed back to the hotel to get a few hours of sleep. Spencer said he was staying put outside the house he was watching.
    I slept for about four hours, waking just before 8 a.m., and realized I had been so tired and so focused on the change in our mission that I’d forgotten to check my personal cell phone for messages. An odd thing, having Catherine slip my mind for more than a few minutes.
    I read her texts and listened to her messages. She sounded stressed, and had been vague about why she needed to talk to me ASAP. I dialed her number.
    She answered with: “Are you okay?”
    “I’m fine. What’s the matter?”
    I heard her let out a deep sigh. “Oh, my God. I was so worried when I didn’t hear back from you. I don’t like that at all.”
    “Catherine, I’m fine. What’s so urgent?”
    She told me about the planned polygraph examinations.
    I was barely awake. My eyelids were heavy, my mouth was dry, and my body ached from the few hours of tense sleep. “When is this happening?”
    “I don’t know. I guess…it could be any time?”
    I sat up on the edge of the bed. “Have you left for work yet?”
    “No.”
    “Well, you’re going to have to miss another Friday,” I said. “I’ll pick you up shortly.”
    “ Shortly? When? Where are you?”
    “J ust be ready in fifteen minutes.”
    “Fifteen? You’re nearby?”
    “I’ll see you in a few minutes, Catherine.”
    We hung up and I called Spencer.
    “I’m going to be away for the next day or so.” He was just as experienced as I was, and perfectly capable of watching the place alone for an extended period of time.
    “Okay, ” he said. “I got this.”
     

 
     
    Chapter Seven – Catherine
     
     
    Watts called fifteen minutes later and said he was waiting outside for me. I went down to meet him.
    He had parked at the entrance to my building, standing there holding the passenger side door for me. He wore jeans and a t-shirt with a light jacket. His clothes were rumpled. He still had bed-head, the kind that was obviously splashed with water in an effort to get it under control, but failing. His eyes looked tired.
    “Are you okay?” I said, throwing my arms around his waist, so glad to see him. I felt something press against my chest. I figured it was a gun, but didn’t say anything.
    “I’m fine. Just a little tired.” He kissed my cheek. “You smell so good. It’s waking me up a little. Come on, get in. We’re going to my house.” He pulled away from me and put his hand on the car door.
    It was then that I noticed what he was driving. I’d been so glad to see him that I hadn’t noticed. “Where’s your car?”
    “I’m driving this rental for a few days,” he said, shrugging it off. I figured it had to do with his work, so I didn’t ask any follow-ups.
    During the hour drive, he explained to me what we’d be doing once we got there.
    At one point I asked, “Why were you so close when I called?”
    He kept his eyes straight ahead. “You don’t want to know.”
    “Work stuff?”
    He nodded. “I can’t give you any details. It just puts you in more danger, especia lly now that you’re going to face a polygraph.”
    “Do you think it’s really that random or….?”
    “I don’t know,” Watts said. “I would think if they suspected anybody for anything, they would go directly to them and not conduct widespread testing like this. But we can’t be too careful.”
    We drove in silence for several minutes and I thought about what he’d told me Tuesday morning—the dangers I faced, the decision I had to make, all of it. I knew he wasn’t making any of it up, but now that I was feeling the pressure it was more real than ever.
    None of the emotions I felt from that