83 Avenue Foch, Vault Block B.
Adelaide de Molay stepped out of the first vault, a thin, predatory smile playing on her lips as she looked at Vivienne. The traitorous woman—once a leader in the Resistance, now a broken shell—clutched her bruised ribs, her eyes darting nervously.
"Vault Block B," Adelaide said coolly. "Shall we see if the husband is more forthcoming than the sister?"
Vivienne gritted her teeth, her voice a raspy whisper. "One of them is lying, Chief de Molay. The girl is too impulsive to be a sleeper agent, but the man? He is a void. He is exactly the kind of ghost London likes to plant. I am certain he is my target."
Adelaide nodded noncommittally and led the way deeper into the basement.
Inside the second vault, Julian Vance sat under a single, flickering electric bu
