"And that is how I will get your story from you, Dick." She smiles, and takes another drink of her beer. It was far better than anything she'd had in Paris.

"A resume?" Darling, what the hell is that? "I'm quite good at finding things, delivering what needs to be delivered. I'm light on my feet as I'm sure you can imagine." She finishes off the glass. "I'll have more of that whiskey, if you don't mind."