As Jack suspected, Interpol was no help, but now that they had their ears on, things could change overnight.  The decision to hang around for another week--maybe more--was easy, especially since he had little more to do than conduct interviews.  That left him a lot of free evenings, and he spent most of that time with Amber.  She was right about the next meal being expensive, her dinner order ensuring his apology was well-received.  They had already been out together three times, and he still hadn’t made any overt romantic overtures other than a light peck on the cheek at the end of the evening.  She never seemed disappointed or made advances in that regard, either, so he naturally assumed the relationship was platonic.  Either that, he thought, or she’s as broken as I...

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