“I guarantee it will happen.”
Maxence let out a deep, pent-up breath.“Thank you.”
“And I thank you.” The phone went dead.
Maxence stared over the sparkling water, his unease reduced.
Ever since Pierre had sent Max to Switzerland to talk to Flicka yesterday morning, he hadn’t known how to get a message to someone about where she was being held. Flicka had told him not to because it might make it more dangerous for her. Pierre had forbidden him to tell anyone, right up to when Maxence had punched him in the face.
The salt breeze prickled the raw abrasions on his knuckles.
Back channels were always the best.
Wulfram would know Flicka’s whereabouts within minutes.
And Maxence could relax.
Chapter Nineteen
Traitor
Julien Bodilsen
Julien, Primary Operator for Rogue Security, tapped his phone screen and hung up.
Though he held a pencil in his fingers, the piece of paper on his desk was blank.
His phone beeped.
A text came through from a contact called “Q,”Did you receive a call?
He typed back,It’s taken care of.
Julien returned to looking over a spreadsheet detailing the ammunition and firearm inventories for Rogue Security, a task he hated.
Not that he would be doing it much longer.
His alternate streams of income were quickly making him wealthy enough to retire. He figured he’d be done in six more months.
And then, he’d walk away from Rogue Security forever.
Because that’s what mercenaries did.
Chapter Twenty
Paris, Too
Casimir
Casimir sipped his drink and savored the hint of smoke in the scotch.
Yeah, he was drinking a little much on this trip, but he’d be back to being a sober daddy when they got back to California.
He had to enjoy it while he could.
The three of them sat together in a lounge area in the hotel bar, talking it out before Casimir and Arthur had to retrieve their wives and take flights to where duty was calling them.
Casimir and Arthur had checked Maxence into a suite at the Four Seasons Hotel George V, where Arthur had been staying before the phone call eighteen hours before. Arthur had instructed the valets to pack their luggage while they had a drink. He was being evasive about his travel plans back to London for himself and Gen, probably out of habit.
