26
Grand Lodge of England, 2.34am
Morgan had learned the skill of silent waiting without sleeping in the military. Nevertheless, lying in the dark regulating her breathing for hours had brought her to the brink of exhaustion. Sebastian had told her that the night shift consisted of low-level security guards, but Morgan had still wanted to wait until after 2am when the guards in the atrium would be sleepy and relaxed.
Stretching her muscles, Morgan eased the tile away and dropped down into the bathroom stall, pulling it back over to cover where she had been hiding. She switched on her pen torch, then pulled out a tiny microphone and put it in her ear.
She tapped it twice.
“Morning, Morgan.” Martin’s voice yawned in her ear.
She tapped it twice again for she would only speak if really
