The neatly stapled bundle of index cards beckoned me from the floor. Who could of dropped this top secret message? I wondered if she could be among us now. Avoiding eye contact I discreetly scanned the surrounding people looking for a suspect. Poor Marcy was not to be found. Would she recall the detailed instructions or the backup plan contained in the message and complete her mission? Would she satisfy the demands of Anna, or would she fail to deliver? Would this be the end of their acquaintance?