“I’ve almost wrapped up the U. K. Then I’ll start on my Belgian and French files. Both countries have large North African and Middle East Arab populations. How’d it go with your Mr. Nelson?”
“He’s an odd one.”
“Lad, you should know us English by now.”
“I mean creepy , not colorfully eccentric . I felt he watched me all the time for some reason I can’t figure out. But he did head Team B, and his team’s findings did match yours. Foster might have been in Paris before possibly skipping to Brussels.”
A kettle shrilled from the kitchenette. Maurice, fixated once more on his computer screen, let Pablo turn the heat off. “Tea’s ready,” he said. He tipped water into each cup and settled one on Maurice’s desk. But Maurice, absorbed in his search, didn’t seem to have noticed.
By six that even
