Walking The Edge: A Romantic Suspense/Espionage Thriller (Corpus Brides Trilogy Book 1)

Author:Zee Monodee [Monodee, Zee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rose Of Atlantis Press
Published: 2015-01-05T00:00:00+00:00

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Marseille. Vieux Port

Tuesday, December 18. 12:58 p.m.

At two minutes to one, he called.

“Hey,” he drawled when she answered his landline.

“You kept the key with you.”

She didn’t beat around the bush, for sure. “Yes.”

“So even if I gallivanted around, I wouldn’t have a hope in hell of finding the lock that key opens.”

He remained silent, stifling a smile.

“Fuck you,” she shouted.

He chuckled. Her insults could bring so much lightness to his day. “How’s your morning so far?”

“Boring. Your daytime soaps are all mind-numbing.”

He smiled. “That’s what soaps are supposed to do, numb your mind.”

“And you would know, wouldn’t you?” she chided him.

The barb stung. “So I’ve gathered thus far,” he defended himself. “What do you want for lunch?”

“What’s on offer?”

A good romp in the sheets. Come to think of it, who needed sheets?

Get your mind out of the gutter, Gerard. “How does couscous and lamb tagine sound?”

“You know what? A conversation sounds even better,” she said.

“I haven’t forgotten. I gave you my word we’d talk.”

“Then get your sexy arse here ASAP.”

He laughed. “Will do,” he said before he cut the call.

They’d almost had a ‘normal’ conversation, had chatted as if he were a man who’d called his woman from work during the day.

Bad line of thought. He couldn’t afford to go there. Too many dark, shadowy areas where this woman was concerned.

He reached into the pocket of his jacket and fingered the small key. He took it out and stared at the metal. What did it open? A good many possibilities came to his mind, but how to choose one from all of them? The key looked nondescript, which didn’t help to clue him in to any direction.

Maybe Amelia would have one of her flashes when she took a good look at it. He snorted. Flashes and visions. She had led them straight to that book at the library, though.

Gerard didn’t kid himself. As an undercover cop, he knew the workings of such tactics to store objects or information. And that’s where it got complicated—these amounted to tricks of the trade for undercover purposes. Or for secret service officers.

How did she know of such tradecraft? If she’d remembered it all through a dream, it must mean someone had taught her those things previously. How? And who? She claimed she didn’t remember. As much as he did believe her, he had no way of making certain she wasn’t simply acting...

No, she couldn’t be. Something about her rang too true. He couldn’t explain it—call it a gut feeling—and as a cop, he recognised the times when he simply had to go with his instincts.

But food first. He had to go get the darn couscous and lamb tagine, assuming the woman he would call upon had made the dish today.

He had a feeling she had, since it represented a staple of her kitchen. But, he wouldn’t know unless he paid her a visit, would he?

That’s how he found himself in La Castellane a short while later. He left the Peugeot on the curb in front of her building, knowing no one would even nick the paint, let alone try to steal it.

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