Chapter Nine
Early morning in Hyde Park, the fog was as thick as clouds. Orla sat on a bench with her monocular. Her phone was on hands-free. She glanced at the park to locate Madeline. She had a notebook on her lap. “What am I supposed to watch for again?”
“Birds. Look up into the trees, find a bird, and pretend to take notes. Don’t point your monocular at people, or you’ll get arrested.” Lorcan’s voice came out from the other end of the line.
“Okay, all right. I know. How do you know this will lead to something?”
“You see Madeline?”
“Yes. She’s running. She’s a real runner, though. Not a pretend bird watcher like me. She runs around her block every day. I can’t believe she took our hint and change her routine to run here today.”
“She searched for a chance to get to the executives o
