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I came awake aboard a plane. It was daylight and we were airborne. I was on the floor with my hands tied behind my back. Two voices—a man’s and a woman’s—carried over the noise of the engines. The man sat in one of a pair of chairs facing me, and in the other chair all I could see was the top of what I assumed was the woman’s head. She had fiery red hair. The plane jolted and I rolled around off-balance, falling against a small leather loveseat. The man immediately stood and came over to me. He pulled me up by my arm and as soon as I was balanced, I jerked away from him. I knew this man.
“Thank you for coming, Evangeline. Let me introduce myself. I am Stephen Maloch. You may remember me from—”
“Outside the museum. You were leaning on Adrien’s car,” I recalled, but there was something
