“What you do while you’re on leave is certainly your own business,” I said, pulling off my wool jacket and flopping down unceremoniously onto one of the two beds in the room.
She raised an eyebrow at the priggish tone the words were spoken in.
“Oh, go on, have a good time, and enjoy yourself with whoever it is you’re seeing,” I said, smiling and shooing her to the door.
“It’s not what you think, but thank you nonetheless.”
She left and I sagged back against the wall for a moment, the events of the day swirling around me in a miasma of confusion. What was I going to do about Etienne’s men?
“First things first, old girl,” I told myself, reaching for my jacket. I hesitated a moment, then instead grabbed the big old leather bag that I’d had since I had been given over to Robert Anstruther
