Alec’s phone rang as they were clearing the plates. He picked it up and spoke for a few moments.
“Good, email me the list.” To Diana, he said, “We have leads, with pictures in some cases, on their way.”
“That was fast,” she said, throwing herself on the couch next to the sketch Alec had made. “You know, this makes me think of France more than England,” she said, studying the drawing.
“The Burgess family has holdings all over Europe, including some in France and Spain. I’ll start with the French Alps,” Alec said, leaning forward to look at her over the couch.
Diana nodded and dug out the laptop that belonged to the safe house to do her own image search. Ten minutes later, she almost flung it out the window with a panoramic view of the city.
“It’s not the Alps! It’s the Pyrenees!”
She
