Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

"I would have preferred the quickie," Freddie muttered. "Although I think you're deluding yourself. She's still the same woman. I've known her for a hell of a lot longer than you have." He let that comment sit for a moment and then swore profusely. Gone might even be preferable to this. Molokov and Walter on the island or Anatoly crazy. Neither were alternatives he really wanted to deal with, but they were the only alternatives he had.

"All right, we need to find them. He thinks that there are two people on the island and maybe if Florence is gone, he's right. That means they're both in a crapload of trouble."

What was making him nervous was that he hadn't seen either of them. There was still the option that maybe Anatoly had taken Florence because he thought he could keep her safe. No, neither of the possibilities were ones he liked.

"Has she told you about Walter and Molokov? The two people manipulating our lives behind the scenes?"