Sam pulled into the parking garage. I looked in the side-view mirror. A car stopped right outside the concrete railing of the parking garage as if the driver was watching us. Sam reached for the door handle, but I clicked one of the buttons on my side of the door to lock it so she couldn't get out. She looked at me.
"Something wrong?" she asked.
"That car," I pointed. "looks like it's waiting for us to get out."
"Rodriguez, not this again," she complained. I ignored her complaints and devised a tedious, time-wasting idea that should work.
"Let's wait for a minute," I said, took a book, and started reading.
"Why? That's boring–"
"That's the point. They'll get bored and drive away," I paused, "If they don't, then I must do something I don't want to do."
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ActionFive years have passed since the last incident with the Russian Intelligence Agency (RIA), and they've been quiet since then. Bored out of his mind with no interesting cases except standard police matters, Rodriguez Moralés will soon be happy to lea...
