It was a beautiful plan, and from the moment I saw it I’d been looking forward to working with the officer who drafted it – well, how was I to know? That was how it was presented. Our plan. Our people. And it was a beautiful plan.
When the day came I arrived early and staked my claim on the specified corner table of the specified cafe, comfortably aware of my new colleagues fanned out through the mall around me. I had a notepad and a textbook on Seurat. I had enough coffee to last me all morning. I had a pile of pastries I was too tense to eat. The only element missing from the scenario was Amabella Warde.
Well, Amabella Warde and a packet of cigarettes.
And who is Amabella Warde, and why is badly informed Morgane Quiniou so keen to meet her? Find out soon in Find the Lady.
