"Okay, can the love-fest be over?" David stood and pulled the sheaf of pages from the tray attached to his computer. "Anissa, a few of these need to be stamped, or signed. Remember what we did on the passport?"

"Of course." Did he think she was a child, or an imbecile? She took the pages from his hand, looked for places where the color indicated a change in relief, or an after-printing addition and she made the alterations as she had the night before. The other two men looked ...