The Devil and the Deep Blue Spy by Tom Savage

Author:Tom Savage
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2019-04-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

“I don’t understand,” Ellie Singer said.

Nora shrugged. “Neither do I. This soap opera is becoming very complicated.”

“Two women with the same name—that I can understand,” Ellie said, “especially since we can both see a clear family resemblance. I’m guessing cousins, right? But your cousin, the one who’s married to the French tycoon, is supposed to be from Spain, right? So how can she be the one from South America? And what does all this have to do with your mission on the Tropic Star?”

Nora shrugged again. “They’re looking into it.”

She glanced around Café Americain from their booth near the entrance. Wood-grain-patterned vinyl floor tiles, red Naugahyde banquettes, wood-grain-patterned Formica counters and tabletops: The displaced New York City diner wasn’t very busy, but she didn’t want anyone overhearing their business. Thankfully, nobody was paying the slightest attention to them, and she hadn’t seen any suspicious types around the room or in the hotel lobby beyond the archway. She was keeping a sharp eye out for Gangsta Guy.

“About my mission, Ellie—I have some things to tell you. Let’s go for a walk after lunch. But first, what’s your update on Madame Lamont?”

“Okay,” Ellie said as their club sandwiches with fries and Diet Cokes were lowered before them. “She was close enough for me to hear her in the nail salon. She made two calls, one to the other Carmen and one to the main dining room.” She jerked a thumb toward the Gril de Port. “I didn’t understand why she said ‘Hola, Carmen’ then—I thought she meant ‘Hello, this is Carmen’—but now I get it. She spoke to Other Carmen in Spanish, and I’m not great at the language, so I didn’t get everything, except that they were talking about food. Then she called the Gril de Port and made a reservation for four at nine o’clock tonight. She also ordered lunch to be served in her room at two o’clock, an omelet and a pot of Darjeeling tea. That call was in French, so I got it all.”

“A reservation for four,” Nora said. “Hmm.” She ate two garlic-tinged pommes frites and picked up her sandwich, which was a single-decker on a baguette instead of the usual double-decker on white toast. French-style, apparently. She wondered who was joining the two Carmens for dinner tonight…

Ellie said, “Those pictures this morning, the ones from Ken’s bulletin board—that’s the man he’s looking for. But you totally freaked when you saw them, and you sent them to Mr. Baron. Does Ken’s missing-persons case have something to do with your mission?”

“Eat,” Nora said. “Then we’ll talk. Thanks to your legwork—or should I say nail work?—we now know that we have the afternoon free. Madame Lamont is in the hotel for the day, and she’s safe while she’s here—nobody would try a hit on her inside a secure hotel; they’d wait until she’s out in the open, like in Guadeloupe. I want to get out of here for a while. Your nails look great, by the way.

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