The sun began to peak over the horizon, the tangerine of day pushing away the layered blues of night. His phone read six o'clock, and he felt in need of a shave and a cup of coffee. When he finished the call, he told Allie that the first helicopter team had spotted a non-responsive schooner nearing the coast of Spain. They planned to intercept the ship.
He finished with his own news, "and I'm to fly out of Marseilles to go directly to Paris."
"With me I suppose?" She laughed lightly, but Ross could see the strain along her mouth.
"Yes, you're to accompany me under arrest. We'll have a charter plane waiting at ten tonight."
"Do we have enough time to get some rest first?" She glanced at him, her eyes remarkably bright, alert, but without a hint of any ulterior motive.
He narrowed h
