Mr. Percey sat stone faced when Ms. Morris inquired about his lady friend.  Well, the lady was not a friend; she was an acquaintance that he happened to have met at the hotel bar and then, with the same amount circumstance, happened to have fucked.  Yes, the two had done the nasty right beside Ms. Morris, but he didn't feel like reminding his associate.  It should be noted that the black woman seemed perfectly all right with the scenario, and Mr. Percey naturally assumed that the woman, he didn't get a name so she was just the woman, thought that his "wife," as he had explained, had consumed drugs to get over her fear of flying and hadn't come out of it yet.<br/><br/>The thought made him smile because it wasn't horribly far from the truth.<br/><br/>"No, madame," the agent said rather lethargically,  "she didn't change you and we didn't just foreplay.  I changed you.  The rest is hardly your business."<br/><br/>Then, he got up and walked towards a dresser.  He opened one of the drawers and removed a manilla folder from within.  Then, he approached Dahlia from beside her, and sat on the bed, spreading the contents of the manilla folder over the comforter.  There were a few black and white photographs of a few men with smoking bullet holes in their foreheads.  Then there were a few photographs of Dahlia herself.<br/><br/>"MI6 has... evidence that shows the contrary, Ms. Morris," he said with a sigh, but the sigh was puckered by the cigarette.   "You see, someone is masquerading as you and is going around committing high profile murders.  You've rattled someone's cage, and since they can't get their mitts on you, they're framing you."<br/><br/>Then, he blew a plume of smoke at Dahlia.<br/><br/>"Which is just as well, isn't it?  You get burned, and you get anchored.  You get framed, and you get jailed.  In the Bahamas.  These island folks have ways of extracting information, don't they?  And what you have in your head, well, that's all very important, isn't it?  Now, shall you join me for dinner?  I've reserved seats for two at the hotel's restaurant.  Five star, and I've secured the compliments of the sommelier."