Free The Cain Conspiracy by Mike Ryan Page B

those moves?” she wondered.
    “To be honest I have no idea. An hour ago I didn’t even realize I could do some of those things.”
    “Well, just give me a few more minutes to pack and I’ll be all ready,” she said.
     
    Heather went back into the bedroom to finish up as Cain sat down to wait for her. A few minutes later she emerged with a rolling suitcase and a duffel bag. As they left the apartment Heather wondered if she’d ever come back to it. She really didn’t have many ties to it and intentionally kept the place devoid of too many personal items. They kept talking once they were in the cab as they drove back to Cain’s apartment.
     
    “I hate all the traffic in this city,” Heather sighed.
    “Isn’t this normal?”
    “Yeah, I suppose so. The Rangers play tonight so it’s gonna be even worse since it’s a playoff game.”
    “Oh.”
    “You like hockey?”
    “Who? Me? I love hockey,” Cain stated. “That’s a silly question. Why would you even ask that?”
    “Have you even watched a game before?”
    “Seriously? I feel a little insulted now,” he joked. “Questioning my hockey knowledge.”
    “When was the last game you went to?” Heather insisted.
    “Uhh, well, you know, it’s been a while.”
    “Who played?” she asked, smiling.
    “It was, uhh…the Rangers,” he paused. “And the…Devils. The Devils, that’s right.”
    “You have no idea do you?”
    “Well, you know…I have that whole memory thing going on right now.”
     
    They both looked at each other and burst out laughing.
     
    “We should go to a game some time,” Heather said.
    “Yeah. I’d like that.”
     
    Once they got back to Cain’s apartment, Heather put some of her things away. Once she finished she went into the living room, sitting on a chair. Cain still felt bad about what transpired at her apartment and wondered what he could do to make it up to her.
     
    “You know, I was thinking that maybe it’s a good idea if you didn’t go back to your apartment for a little while,” Cain said.
    “Why?”
    “I dunno. Just in case your friends come back around for some reason. I’d feel better if you didn’t go back.”
    “Where am I supposed to go?” she wondered.
    “Well, you could stay here for a few weeks.”
    “Well that’s really nice of you…but I couldn’t impose on you like that.”
    “You’re not imposing. I’d like you to stay. Besides, it’s kind of my fault about what happened. I wouldn’t want to worry about you staying there by yourself.”
    “You’d worry about me?” Heather asked, a little amazed.
    “Yeah. I would.”
    “Well, I guess I could stay a couple weeks. I mean, just until I get a new job and find a new place. Luckily I only have two months to go on the lease so I’m not losing out too much.”
    “So if you can’t keep, uhh, doing what you’re doing,” Cain started. “Then what’re you gonna do? Move somewhere else?”
    “I don’t know. Maybe. Or maybe I’ll actually try to find a real job. It’s kinda scary not having a job.”
    “Well, like I said, you can stay here as long as it takes.”

Chapter 4
    Sanders was in a meeting with his five Deputy Directors going over new files and information on possible targets. Every week they went over pertinent information about new targets or anything that was learned about targets they were actively seeking. Each Director had a touch screen computer embedded in the oval table at his location, to which the information could be transferred and seen by everybody via a screen on the wall. Each Deputy Director was in charge of a different region which included North and South America, Europe, Asia, and Africa. Tim Wells, Deputy Director of South America passed a file over to Sanders and began going over the information, using the computer at his location.
     
    “Mario Contreras,” Wells began, as Contreras’ name and picture popped up on the screen. “He’s a guy who first popped up on our radar several months