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Chapter One: Three Years LaterBlack coffee swirled in a sterile white porcelain cup. A man, whose real name was Trevelyan Brent but whose official name changed a lot stirred it some more, knowing it was by now lukewarm at best. He hadn't touched it yet, and he felt somewhat sad that he hadn't. They made some good coffee in the small café he was in. But he had to focus on having a strategic meeting with his... informant. He wasn't fond of these meetings, because they felt unnecessary considering he and his informant were always within talking distance, much to Brent's chagrin. He also didn't like how the meetings made him look absolutely bonkers to any passer-by if he wasn't careful. He had preferred not to meet in a café or any other public place, but Brent's current hotel had become unbearably noisy after a group of college students had checked in. So the café would have to do.
Honestly, Trevelyan. Aren't you going to say anything? You know you have to find it now.
“I haven't really got
PrologueMathieu Langlois gripped the steering wheel tighter. He was staying just a bit above the speed limit, the kind of bit that nobody cared about. He kept his eyes fixed on the road, and when he passed a police car it might have only taken a notice of him to compliment his even driving and the safe distance to the car in front of him. Still, he couldn't help the momentary spike of nervousness that sparked somewhere in the back of his mind. But he had no reason to worry, right? Mathieu Langlois had a clean record. He was a well-liked man, an unremarkable accountant who always took care of his paperwork on time. He always took care of everything on time. Except for his rent, which was two weeks late. But his landlord was very understanding. Being an unremarkable accountant in a very small firm in Bordeaux didn't pay well, at least not for Mathieu Langlois.
Everything was in order. He had done his work for today and it was time for a relaxing ride on the countryside. It was going to be a nice
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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