Prologue: This story starts a little over four months after Annie and Eyal had said their farewell in Amsterdam. Annie and Auggie had become a couple on a raining night in her guest house and their relationship was being put to every test that fate could throw at them. Annie was unhappy and Auggie was angry, to say the least there needed to be more give and take on both parts and even than it would be difficult to overcome because of Auggie's personality to over protect and Annie's temperament to be headstrong and free spirited.

Ugly gray clouds drifting in from the west with touches of lighting flicking spontaneously as the wind was picking up in strength. Annie shifted on her chair trying to move her broken ankle to a more comfortable spot. Yes indeed, Annie had taken a nasty fall down the side of a cliff in the mountain jungles of Colombia while tracking down a weapons stash with a renegade drug lord. Ryo Pedraza had sent messages to a CIA station chief in Bogota about arms and drugs being stocked piled across the border in Venezuela. Teaming up with her counterpart in South America, Annie and special agent Gustavo Montoya, nicked name Gus along with Ryo Pedraza, who would be their guide, were on their way to the Venezuela location when the fall happened. The mission was a simple recon to locate and verify the stock pile with precise coordinates for an air strike. Satellite images were unless because of the dense jungle vegetation and only narrow foot paths lead through the mountains - perfect locations for drug and guerrilla rebels to hide.

She closed her eyes, listening to the sound of steady rain hitting the tin roof over the porch she was resting on. The musical rhythm of the rain slowly eased her into a light sleep, trying to escape the nagging ache of her ankle. A loud crack of thunder brought her sharply back to reality as the storm was now picking up in its intensity.

"Annie you need to come inside before you get wet." It was Danielle helping Annie to reach her crutches. "You are already a little wet one your side."

"Hell, we would have to get a cabin in the Pacific Northwest for me to recoup. You do realize this is the rainy season up here." Annie struggling with each step.

"On a clear day the view is absolutely beautiful from our vantage point overlooking the Pacific."

"Right, high on a cliff. I do love cliffs now days." Annie being sarcastic.

"Come on Annie cheer up, I've got a fire going and we can have some rum toddies. Where else can you have total quiet away from all the aggravation at work."

Another piercing crack of thunder and lightning hitting very close, "That was a little too close." as the sisters moved inside. Soon the lights blinked twice just before dead darkness, only the gentle flicker of the fire and warm glow filled the room.

Danielle handing Annie rum toddy, "Remember when we were kids? How we would throw a sheet over the kitchen table and climb underneath."

"Our tent, we were scared of the ghost that would come after us in stormy weather." Annie taking a long slip of her drink, "Thanks to Uncle Fred and his spook stories. He was good at scaring the crap out of us."

"You had a real bad dream last night and screamed out. Are spooks still after you?" Danielle was looking at her sister.

"I'm having a bunch of those dreams lately. I'm running from something or someone but I don't know who, what or why. All I can see is a tall dark brooding figure lurking in the shadows but can never focus in on his face. All I know in my dream is I need to reach that shadow of a man but can't because of running." Annie was glazing at the fire dancing in the darkness.

"Running away or running to - could it be connected to your job?"

"Don't know, could be. There is an assortment of things going on back at Langley, unpleasant incidents I can't talk about." There was that file she had been given from Henry Wilcox, another reason she was in Colombia, as a side trip to check information about Arthur Campbell, to verify the accuracy.

Still more thunder and lightning when the front door swung open from major gust of wind. Both sisters screamed - Danielle moving to shut the door when she spotted a man standing outside on the road that ran between the cabin and edge of the cliff. He was holding to the fence that ran round the property, pulling his jacket tight around him.

"Who's out there?" Danielle shouted.

Over the loudness of the storm, a faint voice was heard, "Its Peter your neighbor. You ladies alright?"

Peter Jamison the next door neighbor that lived there full time. Nice man but a little lacking in the smarts department. He walked with a bad limp but no one knew why, all he would say it was an old war wound but never gave any details.

"Why are you out in this weather?" Danielle shouted back to him.

"Butch ran off - looking for him." Peter answered. Butch was his faithful dog, a mix breed of Labrador Retriever and German Shepherd, friendly like a lab and protective like a shepherd.

The wind was picking up as Danielle waved to Peter, "I'll let you know if we see Butch." She pushed to door shut and bolted it. "That friendly dog of our neighbor's has run off and Peter is looking for him."

"The dog probably can take better care of himself then the owner." Annie was lying back on the sofa raising her now throbbing ankle up on a pillow.

Danielle and Annie ate cold sandwiches for dinner and drink more rum toddies. Wasn't long before Danielle was asleep leaving Annie to her thoughts. Her mind turned to the fail mission in Colombia and the horrendous fall down the cliff, bruised and cut with a pulled shoulder and broken ankle in three places, she had laid in a shallow creek for hours before Gus Montoya could get to her and more hours until help arrived. As for their renegade guide - Ryo Pedraza, he disappeared into the thick jungle never to be seen again. She relived that day over and over, knowing she had been pushed but by whom. Both Ryo and Gus were walking in front of her along a narrow path when they heard a shot ring out, she stopping and then the push. Gus had said that when he looked around, Ryo was running into the jungle and Annie was screaming as she tumble down the side of the cliff, there was no one else around. With Ryo vanishing, the mission was scrubbed and Annie hated that. She didn't like unfinished business but was in no condition to do anything about it. Annie shifted one more time to get comfortable before she too fell to sleep on the sofa before the warm fire.

After a week in a Bogota hospital, Annie was flown to California to recoup under her sister's care. The cabin belong to a friend of Michael, Danielle's husband and they decided to spend a few weeks there - real rest and relaxation.

Early the next morning, Annie awaken to the wimping of Butch outside the door. "Danielle wake up. Something is wrong."

"Grrrrr..."

"Danielle wake up, Butch is at the door."

"What?"

"Come on sis, get up. Something is wrong." Annie could hear the dog scratching at the door and wimping.

"Okay, Okay." Danielle groggily walked to the door. When she opened the door there was Butch, bleeding from his shoulder all muddy and wet. "Oh my god. Poor thing you've been hurt."

Annie on her crutches was helping Danielle bring Butch into the cabin. The dog had lost a great deal of blood and soon collapsed on the floor in a weaken state. Danielle getting water and a towel they washed the blood and mud away to reveal a deep slash.

"That is a knife cut." Annie looking at the wound, "We need to clean and close it up somehow."

"Have a first aid kit in the other room, I'll get it."

Annie gently rubbing Butch's head and the dog was slowing losing consciousness. Danielle returned with the kit and Annie went to work cleaning the wound, shaving the thick fur away and closing the cut with three butterfly bandages.

"I'll go next door and tell Peter his dog is over here." Danielle getting up from the floor, changing into a blouse and jeans, grabbing a sweater she headed out the door, leaving Annie holding the dog's head in her lap. With a damp towel, she started to wipe the mud from Butch's body and checking for any more wounds.

Shortly Danielle returned, "No one is at home. He is no where around his house."

"Still out looking for his dog I would think. Help me get Butch into the car, we have to take him to the vet now, poor thing is in bad shape. Danielle got her roll around suitcase opening the top and they laid as much of a large dog as they could in the case. Slowing they together got Butch loaded on to the back seat of Danielle's car, Annie sitting with the dog as Danielle drove to the town, about six miles from the cabin. There they found the animal clinic and it was open.

"Good you got the dog here as soon as you did." Dr. Yancy, the vet was stitching up the wound, "We should keep him over night. He needs a blood transfusion and we have to send to Pacificview for the blood. Not enough demand here to keep a supply on hand." He was looking at his aid, "You need to get him cleaned up and dried off." Turning back to the sisters, "We will know by morning but I'm sure he will be just as good as ever in a week or so."

"That will be fine. We will check with you in the morning." Annie was paying a deposit for the care of Butch.

Turning off the main highway on to a narrow country road, Annie and Danielle were chatting about Butch and what could have happened. Not long before the country road came to a T-intersection with the edge of cliff and a metal guardrail to keep cars from driving over the edge and into the Pacific Ocean. They turned left onto a gravel road that ran for half mile along the cliff with five cabins beside the road. The last cabin was the one Annie and Danielle were staying at the end of the gravel road. There was a wooden deck built out from the cliff and stairs leading down to a private beach, not very wide at high tide and only used by the residents of the five cabins. There was a small boat landing built by George Pappas for his fishing boat. Pappas was also a year round resident with his wife of 35 years and lived in the second cabin. The first and third cabins were summer vacations housing and empty at the present time.

"Stop the car Danielle." Annie was looking out the side window toward a clump of bushes near the edge of the cliff. "Stop the car now!"

"What's going on?"

"Back up a bit." Annie powering down her window for a closer look. "Over there among the scrubs. You see it."

"Oh my god it's a body." Danielle putting the car in park.

"Stay here." Annie grabbing her crutches and hobbling over to the man on his side, covered in bushes, like an attempt to hide. Pulling the braches away from the body, Annie saw it was their neighbor, Peter Jamison. Her spy reaction kicked in quickly as she searched his pockets, finding a set of keys and three business cards in one pocket. In another pocket was some change and thirty dollars. Taking a look at the business cards, she froze. She couldn't believe what she was reading. There in her hand she was holding a card with the name of George Yiokas - Fine Antiques Dealer - Import and Export - Limassol, Cyprus.

"Is he dead?" Danielle had walked to stand near Annie and the body.

"I'm afraid so. We need to call the Sheriff." Annie quickly shoving the business card into her own pocket and placing the other two back into Peter's pocket. "Looks like he has been stabbed to death." Annie standing and holding on to her crutches as Danielle call 911.

Sitting in the car with the door open and Danielle leaning against the back door, waiting for the arrival of the Sheriff and neither saying much. Annie wondering why Peter Jamison, a quiet simple man would have an old business card that belonged to a Mossad agent - Eyal Lavin.