“Yeah - you fit my chart. Will you be standing at the station?”
“You won’t be able to miss me. À bientôt Chérie,” he said, and was gone.
God! She was already late. She had to check him out. He was rich - seemingly minted up to his eyes. Certainly, he didn’t run a corner store or fix washing machines. Any woman would wonder, let alone a Scotland Yard Detective. When a woman wonders it’s curiosity, but when an Interpol detective wondered - it was suspicion. She knew that it was against police regulations to mix with anyone undesirable. She smiled at the word since Freddie was the most desirable man she had ever met. One thing she knew - this was no regular guy. And if he were a crook - what would she do or care?
Chapter 4
It was mid afternoon when she got the chance to call Interpol head
