35
The Blue Dot
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
9:23 a.m.
“Good morning, gentlemen. I came as soon as I could, because I have uncovered some…interesting information.” Baptist handed Tavish a thick file. “I have found the monastery. But we might have a problem. The real Laetitia Galen’s parents are looking for her. She has disappeared—or was abducted—twenty or so years ago, when she was two.”
“Jesus. This gets more complicated by the minute.” Tavish ran his fingers in his hair. “We have tae cancel the exposition.”
“Nae. Not yet.” Alistair shook his head, running a hand over his jaw, pensive. “You get me her documents, Tavish Uilleam.”
Tavish sighed. Lies were piling on top of lies, and they were starting to get heavy. “Anything on the calls?”
“The calls and messages came from a cell pho
