Shana Galen by True Spies

Author:True Spies [Spies, True]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Thirteen

Sophia lay in bed, unable to sleep. It wasn’t Adrian’s soft snores keeping her awake, and it wasn’t worries and wondering about what was going on inside her body that kept her awake. Not tonight.

Rather, not this early morning. She peered at the bracket clock on her bedside table. In the dim glow of the hearth fire, she could just make out the hands. Half-past three. So much for the additional rest the doctor had prescribed her. She closed her eyes, snuggled closer to Adrian, who put an arm around her in his sleep, and tried to relax.

But something was not right. She had missed… something. Her eyes opened again. Something about the Maîtriser group. Something about Foncé. But what? What?

Adrian had told her Baron had been taken by Foncé. The operative had known he would be captured. Adrian and Blue had tried to track Foncé, but he’d proved too elusive. This was also to be expected. Baron had devised the plan, because being taken captive and imprisoned at Foncé’s headquarters was the only way to know where the madman was hiding.

But Sophia didn’t believe that. Not entirely. Baron wanted to protect his wife. He had to know the chances he would escape Foncé’s lair were minuscule. But he was unwilling to desert his wife.

Sophia sighed. That was love. That was romance.

She snuggled into Adrian’s warm embrace and closed her eyes again. “Love!” she gasped and sat up.

“Wha—?” Adrian tried to pull her back, but she resisted.

“That’s it.” She climbed out of bed, lit a taper, and stumbled to her desk. She rifled through the papers, turn-ing them over and trying to read them in the dim light.

“Do I want to know what you are doing?” Adrian mumbled from the bed.

“It has to do with Foncé.”

“It cannot wait until morning?”

“This is it!” She held a piece of parchment aloft.

“Dear God.”

She carried the paper to the bed, where Adrian had buried his head in his pillow.

“Look at this. It’s a report from several years ago by one of our operatives who was tracking Foncé.”

Adrian lifted his head. “This is about the Maîtriser group? Who was the operative?”

“Ah…” She scanned the parchment. “Poseidon.”

“He’s dead. Foncé must have spotted him.”

“Yes, but not before Poseidon filed this report.”

Adrian took the paper, squinted, and scanned it. “We’ve been to all of these locations. Foncé is not headquartered there. Baron and Melbourne checked them all again when Lady Keating was taken. Nothing.”

“That’s because Melbourne and Baron had only the locations listed investigated.”

Adrian gave her a look, the look that said if this was one of her intuitive deductions, he was going to hit her with a pillow. “How are we to investigate locations not listed? That would include the whole of London.”

“No, it would not. We need only determine where Foncé’s mistress resides.”

Adrian shook his head. “He has no mistress. There have been no reports of one.” He held up a hand. “No recent reports. Yes, I’ve read Poseidon’s entry. I know at that time Foncé was seen with a woman presumed to be his mistress.

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