Like a shadow given form, Laura slipped through the study door with practiced stealth, her movements betraying years of covert training as she made her inexorable way to Hugo's computer.
The astonishment in Sarah's eyes was impossible to conceal.
She had set up a hidden camera there purely due to her professional instincts, watching and waiting.
But she had never dared to entertain the thought that her suspicions would be so chillingly confirmed.
Could Laura, the ever-loyal companion who had stood steadfastly by Hugo's side through thick and thin, truly be a clandestine operative?
The very idea was as jarring as a shard of ice piercing the heart.
Why did she suddenly enter the study and make a beeline for Hugo's computer?
For a fleeting moment, Sarah was gripped by a paralyzing cold
