Monday 2100 Washington
(Tuesday 0200 London, Tuesday 0300 Paris)
Samantha read between the lines.
It would be easier to send me to break up the Paris Mastermind given it’s only an hour by plane from London, she thought. But no, Mitch is bringing me home, getting me away from Adam. She threw her luggage on the floor of her apartment and headed for the kitchen, flicking on the kettle. Then, after a thirteen-hour flight, I get stuck with the Center Intelligence Division guy who’s the biggest skeptic on the planet! Three hours to convince him that Mastermind’s for real. For chrissake! Just wait until I tell Mitch about that guy.
Samantha exhaled, and stretched, moving her head from side to side. She felt a tinge of pain. Here I am, doing my first job by myself and I never wanted to work by
