Chapter 15 Love is a many spendid thing

 

 CHAPTER 15

LOVE IS A MANY SPLENDID THING.

Russia House Restaurant

 Washington DC

8pm

Saturday, January 21, 2012

She sat alone in the back booth under an unknown Russian painting by an unknown Russian painter.  This was a perfect place to meet with him, each time they had their time together they had to make sure they picked a new and different place to meet.  Hopefully he could get away from his old and clingy wife and come to her.  It had been along week and she needed to see him.  Her boss always seemed to be making rude and suggestive remarks and the other women she worked for all seemed to hate her for her good looks and great body.  Was it her fault God had made her the way she was? 

“They are all a bunch of fat & insecure women and can not stand the fact that I am just better than they are.” She thought to herself.

The packet of documents that she had copied for him lay on the table next to her cup of Russian tea.  In front of her was a very decadent piece of dark chocolate mousse cake that she had been eating for the past ten minutes.

Was it love? Did she love this big middle aged man with scar that ran down his left cheek from his eye to his jaw?  After all he was married with two grown children and it seemed that he was always very mysterious of his business.  He had refused to give her his telephone number and the only way she had to contact him was by his Email account.  But every time she thought of the big man her heart would race and a funny smile would come to her face.

 A hand touched her shoulder and when she turned around he was there.  Smiling from ear to ear as if they had been apart for many years, he took her hand in his and kissed it as though he had an addiction and the taste of her hand was the only thing that would make it go away.

“My darling, how I have longed for this moment!  The hours we are apart are like a life time to my old romantic heart.”  He said as he sat down across the table from her.

Taking both her hands in his big and callused hands, he stared deep into her eyes as if he were drinking in her very soul.  He loved the way the light shimmered off her glossy black hair and the funny little dimple on her right check was enough to drive him mad with lustful desire.  If he could he would take her right here on this very table. 

“Let the world look at us in pure envy!”  He thought to himself. “She is mine, she is my goddess and I am but a lump of putty in her hands.”

“You look well, Ivan.  I have missed you and longed for the touch of your hands caressing my body just as you did during our last visit.  Whenever I am having a bad day, all I have to do is to think of you and my problems fly away.”

“I see you have already ordered desert, have you already eaten your dinner?”

“No, I was just toying with this lump of chocolate until you came to me, my darling.” 

“Would you like eat here or should we go somewhere else?”

“I think we may as well eat here and afterwards we can find a nice place to spend the night.”

“Ah, Dorri, you make an old man very happy.”

Several tables away unseen by the couple exchanging sweet endearments, was a black man who appeared to be in his mid 30s.  He was wearing a green ski sweater and an old pair of blue jeans and deck shoes.  He was sharing a house specialty of Zapechionaya Baranina, a roasted Colorado lamb loin, green Olive & tomato ragout served with lamb & goat cheese pelminis, with his wife Nancy Hooks.  FBI Agent Ronald Hooks had been listening in to all of Ivan Ivanovich’s phone calls and had even been able to hack into his private Email account.  The Agency had given him carte blanche on his surveillance of the Russian “Tour Guide/ intelligence officer”, for the past six months in hopes that eventually Ivan would lead the FBI to the mole in the congressional offices.

Since the FBI had given him the green light to keep tabs on the Russian, Agent Hooks figured taking his wife Nancy along on these on location surveillance would enhance his invisibility to the Russian.

Adjusting the listening device in his ear Agent Hooks was able to listen to every word the Russian and his lover said over the meal. 

Agent Hooks wife Nancy, was totally unaware that  her husband had taken her to dinner as a cover for a surveillance job and assumed it was a simple dinner date between husband and wife.  She had been talking about the antics of five year old Denzel and his little three year old sister Tyra, when she noticed that her husband’s mind seemed to be miles away.

“Is something wrong Ronny, or am I boring you, trying to catch you up on the goings on of our children?”

“No, nothing is wrong.  I am sorry was just lost in thought for a moment or two there.  Office politics.

“Well anyway Mr Big shot FBI Agent, they are our children and I would think you would like to stay in the loop with what their little lives are like.”

“Please Baby, don’t go saying I am an FBI agent when we are out in public.  You never know when there might be some bad guys within ear shot and it could put our lives in jeopardy.”

“Bad guys in here, Oh come on Ronnie, bad guys wouldn’t be eating here, have you seen these prices?  By the way sweety what is the occasion for this dinner out any way?  Did you get a promotion or do they still have you stuck in the mail room?”

“I am still in the mail room, Baby.  If I ever get out of that boring job you will be the first to know.”

Glancing over at the Russian, it looked like the lovers were going to be there for quite some time. 

Seeing the large envelope on the table for the first time, Agent Hooks said, “Hello, what do we have there?  I wonder what that congressional secretary plans on doing with that envelope?”