So I quickly stand up, dressed again, took my handgun and my car key
(hid the gun under my jacket, of course) and left my flat. In the stairway
I met the nosy caretaker of the house, Jill Summersfield, who (as always)
was searching for something. I ignored her question, where I wanted
to go at this late hour, and went to garage. Just as a routine, I checked
my car before opening and starting, but couldn't find anything suspicious.
So I started my old Lexington and headed to the address, which Tina
had given me before. "Quite an expensive part of the city!" I thought.
"I wouldn't have thought, that a girl of her age and profession is still
living with her parents..."
But when I reached her estate, I got even more impressed. Her place
looked almost like a little palace... and there was a generous garden
around the house.
I hesitated for a moment.
Was this a training test? Did my partner really live her? Or had she been
forced to make me come here? Perhaps she had been kidnapped and
her strange call was an emergency call? - But why hadn't she used our
secret emergency codes than?
I had to decide, what to do...