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Lenore couldn't believe she just agreed to meet a stranger. He had something to tell her about Robert, and that was the only reason why she agreed. But the CIA? What could Robert be doing for them to contact her? Lenore's heart clenched at the thought that her husband was in trouble. What if it had something to do with his black briefcase?

When Robert came home that night, Lenore tried in her best subtle way to ask him if everything was all right.

"Of course it is," Robert snapped. He grabbed a plate of her roast beef and went to his study. She flinched as he slammed the door and locked it. It only served to embolden her resolve to talk to the mysterious Kyle Phillips.

The next morning, she had her neighbor watch her kids, giving the excuse she had errands to run. She put on her secretive best; a kercheif over her head and big sunglasses. She parked a block away and walked to Lou's Cafe. As it came in sight, she slowed to a stop. She could see people sitting, talking and laughing, standing around. She recognized no one and worried that she might be early. She took a deep breath, taking another step to the Cafe.

Then, her heart stopped again. What if Mr. Phillips' news was just too horrible? What if Robert was in real trouble? She couldn't do this. Lenore turned and ran back to her car, and drove home.