Alexander
We finished up our training session and I walked back to our room at the far end of the West Wing slowly, thinking carefully about what I was going to say to Fiona.
I could not accuse her outright. But how could I even bring it up without accusing her? What was the first thing I could say to start the conversation? It seemed like a no-win situation.
But just as I was approaching our room, the door opened and she came out.
She turned in my direction, but did not see me, masked as I happened to be under the dark of a heavy shadow. And she was in a hurry.
Fiona locked the door behind her and turned in the opposite direction. I saw, to my surprise, an envelope in her hand. She hurried away, light-footed, and I followed her at a distance.
The accomplice was waiting for her
