They were eating ice cream on a bench near Red Square, sunglasses on. Just watching the passersby.

"So, Saturday night, yes?" Casimir looked at her over his shades. "Since you will be leaving on Tuesday."

"Maybe." Parker licked her cone. "Maybe not."

( Which was when the two men in dark suits, dark shades, and dark expressions arrived. )

( Parker's in-box had a few unique items in it this morning.(cut for narrative and large postcards) )