Chapter 2One could say that Mark Gilford, a Canadian Secret Intelligence Service agent, was an attractive fellow. Not effeminate by any stretch of the imagination, his boyish face, blond hair and blue eyes hid the unyielding character of a marksman of note. Always dressed in the latest fashion, if transposed in another time or another place, Mark would have been seen as the perfect Clubbing Dandy of days gone by. He looked oh so benign but was oh so deadly.
He was on his way to Dulles Airport in Washington, D.C. when Dr. Aziz Hendrix, Talya’s longtime friend and physician, caught up with him in front of the hotel, waiting for a taxi. “Did you say they have gone back to Australia?” Aziz asked.
“At least that’s what I think. I haven’t received any confirmation from Chief Gibson yet, but to
