ON A SUNNY DAY IN MID-SEPTEMBER, Sandra was humming an aria from Cavalleria Rusticana when Special Agent Redwood came through the door. As important as the FBI Liaison Office was, tucked on the third floor of the American Embassy Annex in Rome, it was a small staff, just the two of them.
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Sketches

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SANDRA CLIMBED THE STAIRS to Room 335 of the American Embassy Annex in Rome. She paused at the closed door to the FBI Liaison Office. That’s odd, she thought. Miranda is usually in early. Then the reason for the closed door hit her like a flash flood in a gully.
Miranda was not coming back. Continue reading
Internship
SANDRA BILLINGSLEY took a sip of Frascati, puckered her mouth, and shook her head. It’s true, she thought, it doesn’t travel. She stood and poured the white wine down the sink. She reached for the bottle of red Grottaferrata next to the bread box and poured a glass of something she knew. Continue reading
Artists

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SANDRA AND KAREN finished their orange juice, and looked out the window to the back porch. Their parents were deeply engrossed in conversation. Sandra could tell that the fathers were swapping war stories about their Army days, but she was surprised that the mothers were discussing an art exhibit at the Columbus Museum. Continue reading