“Oh, but Captain Danvers has work to do,” she grinned. “You don’t mind if I slip off and get something to drink? You want anything?”
“The punch will be fine. I’m sure you’ll find me around somewhere. I need to check in with my team.”
He walked off keeping his eyes open for his quarry, Perry Livingston, while he sought out Edmund Thorsby.
Alain found the host of the Masquerade dressed in a smoking jacket, standing by the door of the main ballroom.
“Great party you have here,” Alain said, while joining the man as he stared out at the teaming throng of guests.
“I do enjoy this, even though I’ve given up partying for myself.” He took a sip of Scotch. “Must be Alain, hum? I recognize your voice,” Edmund said without changing his gaze.
“Nothing like the old days, is it?” Alain came back.
