Saint Stephen"s
“Do you remember Richard Stockford giving me a letter when we left his office the day you went to Hartford, Fianna?” She was beside me on the bed as n***d as God had intended her to be.
“I do,” she murmured in reply.
“In it were details regarding those inquiries of his into meetings held in the Vienna Chancellery on the day of his family"s departure to America. Although he found all the names that Jack told us, he never found any mention of Alain Aberman being Kurt Schuschnigg"s secretary.”
“Did he look?” She turned around to face me.
“I don"t know, but I did!”
“You"ve got something to tell me haven"t you, Shaun?” she asked, now sitting upright.
“Not before I ask you a question.”
“If it"s going to be about s*x and your performance then don"t. I"d hate to disappoint
