“That’s…”
“Shocking?”
“Yes, shocking.”
“Couldn’t agree more. Finding this person has become top priority.”
“As it should,” Pryce said.
“Glad you agree. So, I can count on your help in doing so?”
“Of course.”
The knot in Pryce’s gut eased just a bit as he began to think that not only was he not under suspicion, but he was being asked to help find the mole. If he played it right, he could keep the hunt from ever veering in his direction.
“Thank you, Gordon. I appreciate that.” The acting chief leaned back. “I’m sure with your help we can wrap this up in an efficient manner.”
“Just tell me what you’d like me to do.”
Hall smiled. “Very simple. Tell me who your contact is, and everything you’ve told him.”
The blood drained from Pryce’s face. “I’m sorry?”
“Let’s not play games, shall we? You passed on a conversation Stone Barrington had with someone, who you assumed was Dame Felicity, to whoever you are helping.”
“Dame Felicity is d-d-dead,” Pryce said with no conviction.
“Dame Felicity is very much alive. What she is not, however, is staying at Barrington’s house on Key West. Nor was she ever there.”
“Oh, shit,” Pryce mumbled to himself.
“Oh, shit, indeed.”
Chapter 31
Felicity was sitting at thedining table in Stone’s Islesboro house with Carly and Jillian when her number two called back.
“Hello, James,” she said.
“I have news,” Hall said.
“One moment.” She tapped her phone. “You’re on speaker. I have Miss Riggs and Miss Courtois from the CIA with me. I take it you met with Mr. Pryce.”
“I did.”
“And was he cooperative?”
“Very much so.”
“I’m glad to hear it. What did you learn?”
“Several days ago, he was asked to find out if you were dead or not. Hence his attendance at your funeral.”
“And the person doing the asking?”
“Leonid Bronsky.”
“Bronsky?” The last thing Felicity had heard about the Russian was that he’d been relegated to a low-level post at Russia’s Bulgarian embassy. “He’sthe one trying to kill me?”
