Red sat where the shade cast a shadow on the bench as he lounged with the fedora low on his head.

He was always testing them being so evasive yet out in the open where Cooper could easily catch him.

But he was cautious enough to realise that central park would be packed on such a sunny day with joggers pounding back and forth like hailstones.

Very fitting to sit in the dark when the sun flooded every other part of the park.

'we need to talk somewhere private'

'ah hello Lizzie I had been expecting you a while back, your ice cream melted I'm sorry'

By the look on Lizzie's face he quickly realised she was upset and their sweet newfound bliss was again tarnished by a much more sinister vibe she exuded.

He too changed his tone, taking on the serious haunting drone he had been cursed with.

'whatever it is we can discuss it here its, correction it was such a lovely day'

'fine you really want me to say this out loud, your colleague, partner, next big business venture, Audrey Bidwell told me to give you a call thought maybe while I'm here id set up the meeting go through the agenda for the big agm-

'Lizzie' he went to grab her arm as he often did in the past in a silencing gesture.

He began to walk with her as Dembe followed close behind expertly avoiding the throngs of people and families walking through the park.

'Lizzie don't be angry with me please'

'I'm not angry, I am very good at compartmentalising and right now this is business as I have just said but know this, since she is conspiring to cause damage to the United States I can't save you from this, not this time, not from aiding and abetting a possible terrorist'

She looked at him with disgust and threw a piece of paper at him. She didn't see the tears that fell from his eyes hidden by his sunglasses yet betrayed by his flushed cheeks. He bent to pick up the card and saw it was his number with the colour red painted on one side.

When she was adamant she wouldn't listen to anyone.

It was the same when he tried to tell her of her husband's true identity. She wouldn't listen to him then and she wouldn't now when he told her he had no knowledge or dealings with this Audrey Krichkow.

But he would find out how she came to know of him and why he had become unwillingly embroiled in someone else's business.

'hello Suaresh how have you been upon extradition to the U.S has it been everything you hoped for?'

The man addressed upon hearing a voice from the darkness on entering his apartment nearly collapsed with fear and after some delay shakily switched on the light.

Red sat with his gun pointed at the now pale man. Déjà vu struck Red except he had hopes this meeting would end a little differently. After all it would be pointless to kill a man who he helped into the country in the first place.

'you look shook Suaresh how about some whisky, even for my refined palate it's certainly refreshing a product of the homeland I suppose'

Suresh went to grab the tumbler that lay on the glass table beside his chair while scanning the room surreptitiously as if he were going to be attacked by someone hiding in the shadows.

'hello Red long time'

'yes well I'm ashamed to admit I didn't just come here to ask how you've been I want to know who you told about me'

'what? No one those were your express orders I stuck by those rules I haven't talked to anyone since arriving here-

'Im talking about back home, back in Iraq, did you tell any of the friends family perhaps about me, I imagine it would be very tempting telling dear old Ama about a man with a plane willing to take you from your war torn country to the land of the free'

He spoke the last part with sarcasm having experienced the lack of freedom the country offers.

'I swear I didn't tell anyone back home I told you my family were taken'

'well you see I have found myself in a bit of a pickle because there is a woman Audrey Krachkow who has involved me in some unfortunate business I would rather not be involved with if you know what I mean-

'Audrey Krachkow, she was idol in my village, rebel with a gun'

To try and diffuse the situation from under Red's cutting stare the man tried to laugh but it ended in a high pitched gasp than anything possibly because he foresaw what was coming.

'so you now her then, did you two have a nice dinner together some night talk about old times back home maybe?'

'no no look I promise I never met that woman she was merely a legend to my village'

Red sat back more disturbed than ever to find the man across from him was indeed telling the truth he had wanted to end this cat and mouse chase here and have it nice and neatly wrapped up.

But no such peace or luck would bless him and he knew then if it wasn't Suaresh through human error that caused this, he was being set-up a highly intricate plot to fix him with a Bullseye and make his relationship with the FBI and worse with Lizzie strained.