Chapter Twenty-EightMAGGIE PAUSED AT THE ENTRANCE to the Irish Embassy, looking up at the green, white, and red flag drifting in the breeze. She was trying to muster the courage to talk to her grandmother, but the thought of facing her made her just want to run. The thought of facing just about anything from the last few weeks made her want to run. Right back to Dublin, if that was what they wanted.
“Well, here goes,” she whispered as she grabbed the weathered bronze door handle.
A waft of familiar cologne greeted her as a well-groomed figure almost bumped into her.
Valéry stepped back, then smiled broadly. “Ma chère! I was just going to call you. I was hoping you were inside. I was just finishing up some final business here. I wanted to see you before you left for Dublin.”
Dublin? How
