Rosario Ames

…Rosario saw him fumble and she insisted, no excuses, no stories about this so-called friend named Robert. She wanted the truth. In a voice so soft Rosario had to read his lips, Rick confessed, I'm working for the Russians. Rosario sat in silence. It was almost a relief to know the truth, that his suspicious stories about Robert from Chicago were just clumsy…

…He shrugged, saying he wasn't sure. He hadn't used it in forever. Maybe it was a note from an assignment on his last job or something from their Mexico days. Rick brushed it off, but Rosario's doubts kept eating away at her. A couple of weeks later, while they were out to dinner, Rosario asked him again, what was that note in the wallet? This time, Rick was…

…The note sounded a lot like instructions from a handler, the kind she used to get when she did work for the CIA back in Mexico City. That night, Rick came home from work. He walked over to kiss her, but Rosario stopped him. She held up the wallet and showed Rick the note. In a trembling voice, she asked, who wrote it and why was her mom mentioned? Rick blin…