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Abegail jumped when she heard Walter's voice. She rolled her eyes. "Walter, it's...." She heard him say something and then the clunk of the receiver on a hard surface. "Really Walter...." Abegail huffed into the phone. Her foot began to tap impatiently as she waited for him to come back.

At the door, Charlotte stood and looked up at Walter. "Dr Miller?" Her large eyes looked into his, her sweetest smile accompanied her psuedo-American accent.

"I do hope I have the right place. I'm so very sorry if it isn't....I am looking for Dr. Walter Miller." Charlotte knew she had the right man but found this particular ploy always worked best when talking to a mark. She knew all she needed to know about him save where he was and Abegail's letters had given that away. Charlotte had been tracking them for a while and at first it still proved elusive. The contact with Abegail by phone and the letter Charlotte got in response were both of no help but the last letter Abegail had sent Charlotte was able to get before it left the post office in Spain.

Charlotte had gotten here has fast as she could.

On the phone Abegail grew impatient. "Walter, I donna care what yer doin' I need to talk to ye!"