Chapter NineACACIA DID NOT SLEEP WELL.
Late into the night, a BRB agent had driven her back to her apartment. She’d then spent an hour staring at the ceiling above her bed, turning the events at the hotel over in her mind. Finally, she’d given up on sleeping and made pão de queijo instead.
Shortly before sunrise she’d returned to bed, exhausted, and slept for a couple of hours. She’d just finished making breakfast when there was a knock at the door.
Claude meowed.
Ignoring the cat’s pique, she peered through the viewer. Luc stood outside, his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, his face grim.
She picked up Claude and opened the door.
“Morning.” Luc smiled at her tightly.
She frowned. “It’s seven thirty.”
“It’s important.” Luc looked beyond her, into the apartment. “Can I co
