“Twist?” Colin swirled his drink and eased into a nearby chair. “Yes.”
“Beg pardon?” Colin appeared puzzled, then realized the intent of her question. “Not sure I know. These code names—I don’t know who comes up with them.”
“What was his real name?”
“Does it still matter?”
“Perhaps not. But that’s not for me to say.” He leaned against the front of his desk. “Tell me about this German who pushed you.”
“You heard what I told them in that interrogation.”
“Ah, but did you tell them everything?”
“He was handsome. A gentleman. Is that what you want to know?”
“If he was one of our agents, we would know his identity. Since we don’t, and considering he’s German, we have to assume he is the enemy.”
“Then why did he help me?”
“When we find him, we will ask him.” Colin’s direct stare unnerved her. A surprising glint of malevolence lay just beneath his calm demeanor, something she had never seen before. “You will tell me if he contacts you again. No one else. Only me.”
“That man, he said to tell him.”
“You will tell me. I will tell him. Do you understand?”
“It’s not wise to withhold information.”
“I’m not.” She set down the glass and pressed her fingers to her temples. “Will there be a memorial, some type of service, for Twist?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
Suddenly she stood, as if her mind no longer controlled her body, and headed for the door.
“Where are you going?” He automatically rose, too.
“Home.” Marie hesitated as Frost’s last words echoed in her mind. She turned toward Colin. “I’m going to my flat. Mine, not the drudge’s. And I’m going to take a long, hot bath. And then I’m going to make a pot of tea and sit in my chair and drink it.”
“You shouldn’t be alone.”
“Yes, Colin, I should.”
As he studied her face, she kept her features as dispassionate as possible considering the strain of the past twenty-four hours.
“Perhaps we could meet later? A nice dinner.” Hope and doubt mingled in his voice.
“No. And not breakfast, either.”
“Luncheon, then. Say at Anthony’s since our breakfast plans for this morning were disrupted.”
Marie barely nodded her assent, but it was enough for Colin’s face to brighten. Before he could say anything, she held up her hand. “I’ll meet you there. One o’clock?”
He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Until then.”
She resisted the urge to swipe her fingers against her skirt. As she left his office, she sensed him ogling her every step.
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