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Ginette Waters sat in the sun room that overlooked the estate’s back gardens and sipped at a glass of iced tea. It was tart and chilled almost to the point of becoming a slushie, just the way she preferred it. She smoothed the lap of her tailored dress pants before running her hand through her hair. She took a deep breath of the flower-scented air drifting through a nearby open window. Even in November, her gardeners had coaxed some of her favorites to bloom.
Kira would be here soon.
Ginette knew she had tried calling. Ginette had ignored her, of course. After the way Kira had disrupted her plans last night, the aspiring crime-fighter could hardly expect anything less.
Now, Ginette waited.
She had convinced Walter to go visit his favorite museum archive for the day to get him out o
