April disassembled Mark's communicator and handed it back to him, grabbed her own and said, "Open Channel Q; Section 4 desk, please."
"Section 4, Miss Findley speaking. How may I help?"
"Miss Findley, it's Agent Dancer again. I need to know about a couple, Tanya and Troy Martin. Tanya's maiden name was Raymond; she is Esther Pridgeon's sister. I need to know if they're still alive and if they had children. I need this information as soon as possible."
"I'll get right on it, Agent Dancer."
"Thank you. Dancer out." She put the device away and looked out the windows. "I like this RV park much better than the other one. We're in town, for all intents and purposes, so I don't think we'll have to worry about Bigfoot or bears or whatever sneaking around us tonight."
"I agree, Luv, but we'll still be securing our little home on wheels tonight."
"No doubt, Darling. In fact, let's do it now; I'm still digesting that huge meal, so I think it may just be an early night. I'm just waiting for Section 4 to get back to me before I turn in."
The team secured their RV and then Mark made them each a cup of tea. April sat at the dining table while Mark spun the driver's seat around to face her. "I don't want to jinx it, but I think we're nearing the end of this affair."
"I do, too. I'm glad I didn't report to Mr. Waverly yet; we need to find out if the Pridgeons are innocent or not. They seem to be pleasant people; I hope they're clean."
"Me, too. That would restore some of me faith in 'umanity."
April nodded her agreement as she began to clean her gun. She needed to do something to fill the time as she waited for the information she requested to keep herself from worrying about Napoleon and Illya. She knew they were safe, but the idea of them staying underground to avoid Sasquatch didn't make her feel great. She looked up when she heard Mark begin to chuckle. "What?"
The Brit was still sitting in the driver's seat. He had pulled some of their purchases out of the bags and was inspecting them. "Remember the other day when Napoleon said to keep all our receipts because Accounting is going to throw a fit about the cost of this affair?" He laughed again and said, "What are they going to do with all these collectibles we've been buying? I mean, do you see anything we bought being auctioned off at Sotheby's?"
She looked at the things they had bought from various shops in town. "It is all a bit kitschy, isn't it?" She picked up a brass spittoon. "Perhaps UNCLE can have a garage sale."
"Don't mention that to Accounting, they might 'ave us set up a table at the flea market on Ninth Avenue! No offense to the good people of Colville, but a lot of these 'collectibles' just look like junk to me."
"I don't know, I kind of like that cookie jar we bought. I might be good to Accounting and buy it for real."
"Oh, Luv, seriously? It's a big pig with a removable 'ead! Why would you want to keep that?"
"It's a pig! I think it would make me think twice before taking a cookie!" They had a good laugh for a few minutes. "We didn't buy anything you really liked?"
"Truth be told, that pitcher and wash basin set would look nice in my flat."
"It's settled then, Darling, I'm getting my pig and you're buying the water pitcher and bowl."
"Changing the subject," Mark said, "I felt bad for Doug. It's obvious that he and Maddie 'ad some kind of run – in with a Bigfoot, or think they did, at Dead Medicine, but he couldn't bring 'imself to tell us. Makes me wonder if he's ever mentioned it to anyone."
April drained the last of her now cold tea from her cup and placed it, along with Mark's empty, into the sink. "Makes me glad that we have Napoleon and Illya to talk to about stuff like this; if the shrinks really knew what field agents ran into on affairs, they would probably recommend we leave the field at thirty – five!"
"Yeah, between monsters, mad scientists, demagogues and just plain crazies with plans to dominate the world, it is amazing we're as sane as we are."
"Who says we're sane?"
Before he could answer, her communicator started to chirp. She grabbed it and said, "Dancer."
"Miss Findley here. I have that info you wanted. Unfortunately, Troy Martin and his wife, Tanya Raymond Martin were killed in a traffic accident thirteen years ago leaving behind a daughter, Sharon, who was sixteen at the time. She was taken in and kept by various relatives with the last ones being Frank and Esther Pridgeon who cared for her until she graduated with a BA in Economics from Whitman College in Walla Walla, Washington. She got married at age twenty – two to Gerard Coley who was her college sweetheart and they moved to his native Canada immediately after the wedding."
"Perfect! That is all we needed to know, thanks so much." April looked at her partner in triumph. "I'm so happy they're Innocents! Thank you, Miss Findley! Good night!" She ended the communication and disassembled her device.
"I need to let Napoleon know what we've found out about this family as it might influence what he decides to do with their son."
Mark stood up, yawned and stretched. "Sounds good, Luv. You do that while I go to bed, unless you need me."
"To report to Napoleon? I think not. Go warm up the bed and I'll be there shortly."
He bowed deeply to her. "As Madame wishes. Your personal 'eated pillow will make the bed as comfortable as 'umanly possible."
"My hero."