Chapter Nine
A knock on the door. She was barely awake. Barely back in the real world. Two days from captivity, nothing seemed real and that elusive home she was promised still seemed very far away.
With the cozy, white hotel bathrobe cinched around her waist, she peeked out the door.
Pierre Dansk, the agent in charge stood there stiff and cordial as ever.
“, there’s someone waiting for you in the lobby,” he said as she opened the door further. He made no move to step inside. “He’s anxious to see you.”
“Who is it?”
“Shall I send him up?”
“Who are you talking about?” She had a feeling that she knew the answer.
“I was going to let that be a surprise,” he managed a strained smile.
“Oh, puh-lease.” She was too tired for games.
“We’re finished with the debriefing, Ms. Ryan, so I rea
