"Justin, is it?" She slid her hands along the banister. "How is it you knew to come here? That this was a safe place?"
Justin turned and watched her walk confidently down the stairs. "I know your real name is Kanya." She stopped at the bottom step looking like a bird in flight. Her rumpled clothes and hair now smoothed out. "We don't want you, we want Raul."
Kanya choked back shock. 'What the hell is going on here. How did they find her and who the hell was he? Kanya ran through the possibilities. The gems, it had to be the gems they were after, she patted her coat. "Really, Raul you say? I'm sorry Justin. I don't know a Raul."
"Kanya...we know about the jewels and the off shore account." He turned watching her face turn white.
She swallowed hard. Ok, he might have her, but she wasn't going so easily. "Who are you?" She brushed past him and entered the great room. The large leather sofa and fireplace overwhelming the room. It smelled of her grandmother. Sighing, she sat on the edge of the arm waiting for his response.
"CIA, you're friend Raul will be looking for you. He'll need the money you funneled from him. You don't know who or what he really is do you?"
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