My cell rang on my way out of kick boxing class.

“Hello?”

“Hey, little girl.” My Father answered brightly. “How are you?”

“I’m fine, Daddy.” I answered smiling a little. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no.” He replied. “Just checking on my favorite and only daughter. Any suspicious activity lately?”

“No Daddy, as far as I know. No one even knows we’re here.” I worried a bit, he never called unless he suspected someone was going to find me. “Why? Is something wrong?”

“No,” He repeated, absently.“Just checking. Your cover is still intact. You be careful now. OK, sweetheart?”

“Always, Dad. I love you.” I sighed. If somethings wrong he isn’t telling me.

“Ditto.” He said, and then hung up.

I sighed and walked down the street towards her house. My Dad always acted more like The Godfather then my Daddy sometimes, but maybe this time he was just being dramatic.