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SUV…
“Where to, Miss Brice?” Richard asks,
getting right down to business.
“We have two stops to make this
evening. The first stop is at the
house of Sigmund Rothberg, a wealthy patron of the arts. I have to hack into his computer to
obtain a sequence I will need at the second location,” Katrina relates.
“Is Mr. Rothberg home?” Sully asks.
“No, he's in Europe. The security system
at his house is pedestrian. I
should be in and out,” Katrina answers.
The two SUVs arrive and park near the
gate of what they believe, including Katrina, to be the estate of Sigmund
Rothberg. It’s really Felix’s
home.
Katrina opens the door to get out.
“I'm going with you,” Sully offers.
Katrina shoots him down. “No. I can handle this on my own. I'll be back in a few minutes,” Katrina gets out and shuts
the door behind her.
Katrina walks from the SUV over to the
entrance. Assuming the gate is
locked, she climbs over it. Katrina proceeds down the winding driveway headed for the dark Gothic
manor.
She stops, removes her handheld and
remotely accesses information about the estate's security system. The motion sensors and the security
cameras have been turned off, which seems odd to Katrina.
She continues on to the house and reaches
the front door. With her handheld
computer directed at the security pad located on the inside of the house next
to the front door she accesses information about the house's security system.
Again she discovers that everything has
been turned off. This really
confuses her. She tries the
door. It's unlocked. She cautiously enters the manor.
Inside the manor there are just enough
dim lights on for Katrina to see things. She looks around - the place is an eclectic mix of old world charm,
Spanish flavor and Mediterranean romance. Katrina listens. She hears
water. She warily follows the
sound of the water.
She reaches a room where the door is
ajar. The sound of water emanates
from this room, as does the flickering light of fire. She enters the room,
marveling at the wall-to-wall state-of-the-art computer technology and
entertainment center.
There's a water feature in the room, the
source of the sound. A fire
crackles in the fireplace. Comfortable leather chairs and a chenille sofa face the fireplace and
the massive entertainment center.
Katrina, smiling as if things are
clicking into place in her mind, takes a seat by the fireplace. She casually looks at the basket filled
with regular ole remotes for the entertainment center and gas fireplace. Felix enters the room and joins her,
taking the seat next to hers.
“There's nothing here that I need that
will help me retrieve the remote is there?” She asks him.
“No there isn't. I wanted to see you
before the event, to wish you good luck,” Felix says locking eyes with Katrina.
She looks away, not wanting to be
transfixed by him. “This is quite
the grand home, how did you pay for it?” Katrina asks.
Felix senses her unease. “Not with ill gotten gains from the
remote. I’m sure that’s what Walter and Richard want you to believe. Are they
trying to convince you that I'm playing you?”
“Aren't you? You’re the one who called
this a chess match. I’m just a pawn.”
Felix takes Katrina’s hand in his,
willing her to look at him. She
does, their eyes lock and again they are transported to that place and time
where only they matter, nothing else. His touch, his eyes, erasing every doubt she had. Their hearts pound in
unison, their breathing shallows, if there wasn’t so much on the line at this very
moment he would sweep her in his embrace and never let her go.
“At the moment, we are all pawns,” he
says, his voice soothing, seductive - even loving. “By night's end it all will
become very clear to you and you will see the serendipity of this crazy
situation.”
“That’s the second time you used that
word,” Katrina points
“Where to, Miss Brice?” Richard asks,
getting right down to business.
“We have two stops to make this
evening. The first stop is at the
house of Sigmund Rothberg, a wealthy patron of the arts. I have to hack into his computer to
obtain a sequence I will need at the second location,” Katrina relates.
“Is Mr. Rothberg home?” Sully asks.
“No, he's in Europe. The security system
at his house is pedestrian. I
should be in and out,” Katrina answers.
The two SUVs arrive and park near the
gate of what they believe, including Katrina, to be the estate of Sigmund
Rothberg. It’s really Felix’s
home.
Katrina opens the door to get out.
“I'm going with you,” Sully offers.
Katrina shoots him down. “No. I can handle this on my own. I'll be back in a few minutes,” Katrina gets out and shuts
the door behind her.
Katrina walks from the SUV over to the
entrance. Assuming the gate is
locked, she climbs over it. Katrina proceeds down the winding driveway headed for the dark Gothic
manor.
She stops, removes her handheld and
remotely accesses information about the estate's security system. The motion sensors and the security
cameras have been turned off, which seems odd to Katrina.
She continues on to the house and reaches
the front door. With her handheld
computer directed at the security pad located on the inside of the house next
to the front door she accesses information about the house's security system.
Again she discovers that everything has
been turned off. This really
confuses her. She tries the
door. It's unlocked. She cautiously enters the manor.
Inside the manor there are just enough
dim lights on for Katrina to see things. She looks around - the place is an eclectic mix of old world charm,
Spanish flavor and Mediterranean romance. Katrina listens. She hears
water. She warily follows the
sound of the water.
She reaches a room where the door is
ajar. The sound of water emanates
from this room, as does the flickering light of fire. She enters the room,
marveling at the wall-to-wall state-of-the-art computer technology and
entertainment center.
There's a water feature in the room, the
source of the sound. A fire
crackles in the fireplace. Comfortable leather chairs and a chenille sofa face the fireplace and
the massive entertainment center.
Katrina, smiling as if things are
clicking into place in her mind, takes a seat by the fireplace. She casually looks at the basket filled
with regular ole remotes for the entertainment center and gas fireplace. Felix enters the room and joins her,
taking the seat next to hers.
“There's nothing here that I need that
will help me retrieve the remote is there?” She asks him.
“No there isn't. I wanted to see you
before the event, to wish you good luck,” Felix says locking eyes with Katrina.
She looks away, not wanting to be
transfixed by him. “This is quite
the grand home, how did you pay for it?” Katrina asks.
Felix senses her unease. “Not with ill gotten gains from the
remote. I’m sure that’s what Walter and Richard want you to believe. Are they
trying to convince you that I'm playing you?”
“Aren't you? You’re the one who called
this a chess match. I’m just a pawn.”
Felix takes Katrina’s hand in his,
willing her to look at him. She
does, their eyes lock and again they are transported to that place and time
where only they matter, nothing else. His touch, his eyes, erasing every doubt she had. Their hearts pound in
unison, their breathing shallows, if there wasn’t so much on the line at this very
moment he would sweep her in his embrace and never let her go.
“At the moment, we are all pawns,” he
says, his voice soothing, seductive - even loving. “By night's end it all will
become very clear to you and you will see the serendipity of this crazy
situation.”
“That’s the second time you used that
word,” Katrina points
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