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DARCY
“I’ve decided to publish your spook photos,” Alberta told me.
I looked at her, trying not to laugh. “My what?”
“The photographs you took of Andrew Stewart, Connor Mackenzie, whoever the hell he is,” Alberta said. “He’s news, with the break in the GenTech abduction case.”
“You’re all heart,” I said, flopping into one of the chairs in her office.
“You never liked the man,” Alberta reminded me. “Why does it suddenly matter to you?”
“I would imagine Duchess—Lynne—won’t take it well,” I said, making it clear my concern was for Lynne.
Alberta softened. “Have you heard from her?” she wanted to know.
I shook my head. “Not a word since she and Mackenzie faked their deaths—not since I left their dig in Egypt, actually,” I said. “I don’t even know where she is. I did contact her for
