Chapter 3“I work in government. Very hush-hush,” Stephen Conran said, followed by a little self-deprecating laugh to assure the listener his job wasn’t really that important and was terribly boring. It always worked to prevent anyone asking further questions. He smiled at his wife, who understood he worked for MI6 but knew none of the details. She had long ago ceased to ask questions and cared only that he was a good provider and a good father.
Bored out of his mind at the neighbor’s dinner party, he was relieved when his phone buzzed in the inside pocket of his dinner jacket. Dinner was over, and the group sat in the drawing room enjoying coffee and conversation—at least the others were, including his wife. “Excuse me, darling; I have to take this,” he whispered to her.
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