"It was 8:00 AM and CIA agent Carl Cummings was already having a
"With Frank on the run, Carl had just two responsibilities:
protecting Frank's daughter Marla without her knowledge, which was
a pretty ho-hum job, and protecting Frank, which at the moment was
impossible. But the tasks were still connected, since he figured
his best shot at finding Frank was by intercepting a message
between father and daughter. The problem was, Carl had once had a
fling with the daughter that didn't end well, and he knew she
despised him. Needless to say, he couldn't tail her personally.
"So it was that Carl was sitting at home, instant messaging his
detailer back at headquarters in Langley.
"…Who can you give me today?"