Larry Bond's First Team

Chapter One Sicily "Dance?" The blonde took a step backward, clutching at the collar of her blouse as if it had been wide open. "I don't think so," she said. "Come on. You look like you could use a dance." Bob Ferguson gestured to the side of the open piazza, where a small jazz band was playing. "They're playing our song." "This isn't dance music," said the woman stiffly, "and you're very forward." "Usually I'm not," Ferguson turned to the woman's companion and pleaded his case, "but I'm here on holiday. Tell your friend she should dance with me." "I don't know." Ferguson laughed and turned back to the blonde. "I'm not going to bite. You're British, right?" "I am from Sweden." "Coulda fooled me." "You're Irish?" "As sure as the sun rises." He stuck out his hand. "Dance?" The woman didn't take his hand. "How about you?" Ferguson asked, turning to the other woman. "I'm Greek." "No, I meant, would you dance?" Thera Majed hesitated but only for a moment. Then, shrugging to her companion, she stepped over to Ferguson, who immediately put his hand on her hip and waltzed her into the open space near the tables. "Hello, Cinderella," whispered Ferguson. "How are you doing?" "I'm fine. What's going on?" "I felt like dancing." "I'll bet. What would you have done if Julie accepted your offer?" "I would have enjoyed two dances." Ferguson whisked her out of the way of a hurrying waiter. "There's no one else dancing, you know," said Thera. "Really? 'But I only have eyes, for you.'" Ferguson sang the last words, grabbing a snatch of a song. "Why are you contacting me?" "Itinerary's changed," he said, spinning her around. "What's up?" she asked as she came back to him. "Everything's being moved forward. Some sort of push by the UN. You're leaving for Korea in the morning." Ferguson danced her around, improvising a stride slightly quicker than a standard foxtrot to swing with the jazz beat. He'd learned to dance as a teenager in prep schoolthe only useful subject he picked up there, according to his father. "We're not going to have time to get security people on your team," he whispered, pulling her back. He felt her arms stiffen and started another twirl. "You all right, Cinderella?" he asked her, reeling her back in. "Of course," said Thera. "We'll have people standing by. Relief caches will go in while you're down South, exactly where we'd said they'd be. Plan's the same; you're just not going to have anyone on the IAEA inspection team with you." He stopped and looked at her. Bond, Larry is the author of 'Larry Bond's First Team', published 2007 under ISBN 9780765346407 and ISBN 0765346400.