Chapter 7
We’re still looking for Kiska
I blinked. That came out of left field, even though it did make sense. The bitch had pretty much caused the collapse of the original Division.
If you have some free time, would you consider flying to Paris? As little as I like to admit it, I could use a hand, especially from someone as skilled as you
That was odd. Under Robert Lynx, the previous head of the organization, no outside help would ever be requested.
What was odder was this email, full of gossip. And yet it was encoded.
My intercom buzzed. “Yeah?”
“Mr. Wallace would like you in his office,” Ms. Parker, my very pregnant secretary, announced. Thank God she’d gotten past the weepy stage. It was disconcerting to see my unflappable secretary crying at the drop of a hat. Frankly, I was relieved she only had two or so months to go.