DEAD BISHOPS DON’T LIE a fast-paced, action-packed international thriller by ANDRÉ K. BABY

Author:ANDRÉ K. BABY [BABY, ANDRÉ K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Joffe Books crime thriller and suspense
Published: 2022-07-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 35

Karen finally awoke. She felt like she’d been trampled by a pregnant elephant. 10:30 a.m. Half the day is gone. She ambled downstairs for a well-needed coffee and impromptu croissant, when Lady Sarah, in tight jeans and a red, open blouse, met her halfway up the staircase.

“Good afternoon,” she chided. “Sleep well?”

“Actually, not great. I couldn’t get to sleep.” She tried to discern if Sarah knew anything.

“I passed by last night and your door was locked. There is no need here, you know.”

“It’s a childhood phobia. I went for a walk; it usually works.”

“Will you join us for lunch?”

“Yes, I’ll probably skip the library this morning.”

“Good, see you at lunch.”

Karen wondered if Anna had contacted Dulac, and what her plan was. She went to the main lecture hall and spotted Anna studiously taking notes amid a group of students, while the lecturer, a small woman with caterpillar eyebrows, droned on about the offerings of the Pistis Sofia cells in North America. Karen drew Anna’s attention and she joined her in the hallway entrance.

“I spoke to Dulac,” said Anna. “He’s having the Eastland followed. They won’t board her until she reaches port.”

“What about us?”

“He says we should stay a couple more days to see what else we can learn.”

“I think the Marchioness is getting suspicious.”

“All the more reason to stay and do everything we’re supposed to: You in the library and me at my courses.”

“It’s not quite that simple.”

Karen didn’t want to share with Anna the underlying complexity of the situation, but thought Dulac might have already briefed her. At lunch, Karen could hardly stay awake, and had trouble keeping up with the conversation. After a short, invigorating walk, she sought refuge in the library and tried to focus by reading: “Pistis Sofia, Early Rites.”

The afternoon wore on, as Karen read about sacrifices of animals in the third to sixth century A.D. Suddenly, she felt a hand touching the nape of her neck, first softly, then squeezing more firmly. She sprang up, only to meet Sarah’s soft gaze, and incoming breasts. She was completely naked.

“Hope I haven’t startled you, dear?” said Sarah coyly, her voice husky.

Karen recoiled, her back against the bookcase, as she clutched the book and took in the moment in utter disbelief.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting—”

“I love the unexpected, gives piquancy to the experience, don’t you think?”

“But someone might come in . . .”

“Don’t worry, the doors are locked,” said Sarah, dangling the chain around her neck, the small key visible between her breasts.

“You’ll have to take it from me,” she said teasingly, removing the book from Karen’s hands, breaching her last defenses.

“I don’t think we should,” as Sarah’s naked body was now pressing against Karen and her left hand started to gently stroke Karen’s right breast. Karen gasped in surprise, as Sarah’s left hand reached down and stroked her, still pinned against the bookcase.

“Come, let’s take these off,” said Sarah, already unbuttoning Karen’s blouse, as Karen closed her eyes and felt desire surge from deep within.

“Really, I .

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