"John Smith?" she asks, her voice sensual and seductive with a slight accent.
His eyes dart over the docks. This isn't Joe Stranders. "Who asks?" He takes a step backward, ready to flee.
"Cho Sanders. You have something for me," she says with a meaningful look.
Damn. He shouldn't have hired that foreign exchange student for the summer. This wasn't the first time that imbecile mixed up the names. At least he got the location right this time.
"You have the money?" he asks. He reaches for the cream envelope tucked safely in a pocket of his trench coat.
She starts to answer, but the deep rumbling of thunder cuts her off. Purple storm clouds race toward them.
The woman throws herself into into the man's arms with a gasp. "Something is coming!"
"Yes." He breathes deeply, the scent of lavender clouding his brain. His eyes remain fixed on the heights above the small village. "Can you feel it?"