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was wondering about that.” I looked out at the lake and took in the beauty of the wind and water intertwined in a majestic dance. “They knew you were in town, and it isn’t exactly a secret I live here. Makes you wonder what else they might know.”
    We sat in silence, contemplating that for a few minutes until Ricky brought us freshly made biscuits, my stomach immediately reacting with a loud gurgle. I grabbed one and promptly split it in two allowing the butter to melt before adding strawberry jam. The first bite of food in the morning is always the best. The biscuit was fluffy, rich and absolutely horrible for me. I loved it! Gregory waved me off when I offered him one. All the better for me.
    “Are you going to ask?” Gregory turned from the lake to finally look at me. “About Smith?”
    Taking another bite of my biscuit biding my time I swallowed. “I figured you would get around to it when you were ready.” I took a drink before looking away from Gregory and back at the lake. “Is there something you want to share?”
    “Fuck no!” Gregory forced a laugh as a deep sadness filled his eyes. “But I know you.” He leaned forward placing his arms on the table. “You will look into it eventually. Which means people will ask questions that I don’t want asked.” Gregory hung his head. “So if I tell you I save myself some heartache or at the very least some uncomfortable questions.”
    Taking another biscuit from the basket and focusing on it while I asked, “So where do we start?”
    Gregory shrugged. “I don’t know really...” He ran his hand across his face as if trying to wipe something away. “Can I ask you something first?”
    “Sure.” I continued to focus on my biscuit giving him room to get through whatever was on his mind.
    “How is it you look exactly the same?” He looked at me his mouth slightly agape. “It’s been twenty years and you look exactly the same. How’s that even possible?”
    “Good genetics I suppose.” Which was probably the truth. Hell I didn’t know much more about it than he did. “Besides you look basically the same, I don’t think I’m all that rare in the scheme of things.”
    “You hit the nail on the head when you said basically the same.” He gave me a once over again. “But you look exactly the same. I’m sure I can find some photos to prove it.”
    That made me uncomfortable. “Let’s not do that and say we did.” I put the biscuit down as I looked at Gregory. “No one needs that kind of trouble. The truth is I hadn’t noticed.” Which was a bold face lie. “If I look exactly the same we should chalk it up to the many things we can’t explain. Like we did back when we first met. There were many things that didn’t make it into the official reports because they were out of the ordinary.”
    “So you’re saying you might be out of the ordinary?” Gregory smiled as he grabbed a biscuit. “Maybe we should look into your life after this is all over to see if we can’t find some explanations.”
    “Maybe we should get back to whatever it is you wanted to tell me about Smith. After that maybe we can talk about your fascination with my good looks.” I took a bite of my biscuit, entirely uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation.
    Gregory’s face sank. “Alright. It started back in college. We knew each other, hell we were friends, close ones.” Gregory sat back aging slightly as the light touched his face. “We played ball together. After graduation, I headed to Arlington with the Marshals and he was off to the FBI training facility in Quantico. We stayed in touch for a while but we lost contact after about a year.” Gregory was lost in his memories as he spoke. “I was asked to join the SOG (Special Operations Group) and moved to Glynco for special training. We were a rapid response team, ready to move whenever and wherever we were needed across the nation.” A smile wistfully crossed his lips as he spoke. “I married