"Well, let's see..." the man, whose name was George, said out loud. He pulled out a large, stuffed binder and began flipping through the pages.

"How about this one?" George asked. He pointed to a picture a quaint little bungalow. "One floor, two bedrooms, one bathroom, a small kitchen, living room. A garage, porch overlooking the beach. Sinc I like you, I'll let you rent it for $550. Deal?"

Nick shook George's hand to seal the deal.

"When do you want to move in?" George asked.

"Now."

"OK, I'm guessing you'll need a ride since you came here in a cab."

They nodded and followed him into his car, bringing their belongings along. Nick and Katherine sat in the back seat.

Katherine put her mouth next to Nick's ear, "How long do you think until they catch us?"

Nick whispered back in her ear, "I'm not sure. Not soon."

Katherine placed her hand in his. He smiled and played with her fingers.

"Here it is, Kids," George announced proudly. As he'd built the house himself. He drove up the driveway and parked. He helped with their luggage before opening the front door.

The house was perfect, despite its dinky appearance from the outside. Very posh furniture, lavish equipment, expensive any way you see it.

Nick paid George and then the dealer left. He looked at Katherine and said, "Which room do you want?"

"Doesn't matter. Hey, you wanna go find a club or something?"

Nick frowned. "I'm not sure. What if we get caught?"

"They think we're still in Quebec! You're so up-tight, Nicky. Loosen up a bit, you'll feel better when we get there."