"Or she's just that crazy," I said.
He nodded. "Or she's that crazy, or they're waiting to either kidnap you, or kill you."
"Fuck," I said.
"You need to talk to Jean-Claude."
"I thought you didn't like him," I said.
"You don't like Donna either," he said.
"So we each don't like the people that the other one loves." I shrugged.
"You need bodyguards, Anita."
"Why not just go home to St. Louis?" I said.
"The Marshals Service frowns on us leaving a case in the middle of it, but that's not the problem."
The other marshals were moving toward us. I moved closer to Edward, and asked, "Then what is the problem?"
"How would you go home?"
I frowned, but answered. "I'd get on the first plane I could catch and go home."
"The police would drop you off at the airport, and then you'd be alone."
"What?"