Agent for a Cause

"That's what washing machines are for. Blow your nose honey."

Anna took the blanket and wiped at her face and sat up a little straighter.

"What do you want to know?" She asked.

James shrugged, "Start wherever you like."

Anna looked pensive for a moment about where to start. "I met Tyre at a bar I was working at. I've had hard times for a while." She quickly added, as if in a way of an excuse for being a barmaid.

"One night I noticed this guy at the end of the bar watching me. It was all he did for hours. He kept coming back at intermittent times over the course of a year and a half. At first I was a little creeped out by it, but as time went on I got more curious about him. Finally one night I decided to confront him and rattle his cage some. To my surprise he stuck around. We had a date and things really heated up. I liked him and he seemed to find contentment from just watching me breathe. We got closer and I saw the genuine person that he was even though he tried to hide it. Things got even more serious and we decided to marry. My past stepped in though. I'm something of an activist in conjunction with autism matters, because of my son and what caused him to become autistic. I'm scheduled to appear before the Senate in a little under two months. If things go well some very wealthy private companies could lose huge amounts of money and become liable to be sued. One company in particular wanted my movement stopped. I think they killed some of the members of my team and they scared the rest of them off, but I refused to stop. They sent assassins and if it wasn't for Tyre I would be dead and Kevin would be alone. Tyre killed the men they sent and stayed with me until I was better. He was gone most of the next day and when he came back he told me I was safe and that I didn't have to worry about them coming for me ever again. I don't know what he did to guarantee that but I believe him. The next afternoon we were married. We left the courthouse and started back to my apartment to…." Anna glanced at Kevin.

Lisa smoothly interjected, "To have fun."

Anna nodded her head with a rosy tint to her cheeks. "Tyre must've seen someone or sensed something was off. All I know is that he hustled us into a bistro across the street from our apartment complex and called a security guard at the apartments. The security guard checked my room and then Tyre's. The whole floor exploded, when he checked Tyre's apartment. I imagine you saw or heard something about the fire in Philadelphia a month ago?"