Monday 0900 Paris
(London 0800, Washington D.C. 0300)
“Ellen Beetson, American citizen,” the French immigration officer read the name on her passport out loud.
“How long are you staying?”
“Between three to five days.”
“Business or holiday?”
“Business,” Ellen answered.
He looked at her again and stamped her passport.
“Enjoy your stay.”
“Merci,” Ellen walked past him into the frenzy of France’s Charles de Gaulle airport and checked the boards for her luggage carousel number.
It’s good to be alone, she thought. I know Sam wants to be in London, working with Mitch and the boys, but I’m happy for some time out and to manage my own project for a while. Glancing at her watch, Ellen quickened her step. Midday meeting!
Three hours later, Ellen walked through the Louvre with the Head of S
