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nothing.
The alert sounded a third time.
"What the bloody hell?" she muttered.
As she slid the mouse around, it slipped to the bottom of the screen and her hidden task bar surfaced. There, a light flashed in the system tray. She
double clicked the tiny red icon.
"Shit."
She stared at an alert she had programmed into a proprietary software only available to select agents in MI6. The program violated every treaty they'd ever
signed. It monitored worldwide and reported access or hits on a specific individual's files. Most agents used it not only to watch persons of interest, but
also to keep tabs on themselves. If someone intended to slit their throat or slip them a radioactive cocktail, they wanted to know first.
But Sasha wasn't looking at a personal alert. More of a personal
interest
.
Someone had accessed Jack Noble's files.
Twice.
Chapter 10
Paris, France.
BEAR WATCHED MANDY sleep while the coffee brewed in the hotel's cheap coffeemaker. For what the place charged, damn near three hundred euros a night,
they could afford to put a Keurig in each room and stock it with those little plastic cups of coffee grounds. No point in complaining. They wouldn't be
there long enough for management to do something about it.
He thought back to the day before. Kat's empty apartment. Nothing left but the kitchen table and the woman's cat. The feline took to Mandy, so they brought
her home. Now she cuddled with Mandy in bed, black-and-white head poking out from the covers, one ear back, the other at attention.
One of the neighbors had come out when Bear and Mandy were leaving. The woman couldn't provide much information. She and Kat had never been friendly. They
managed a bit of small talk when the building put on a cookout, but nothing else.
The final drips fell into the pot, signaling the brew was ready. Bear rose, poured a mug, and took a seat at the table again.
Coming to Paris was a mistake.
He couldn't shake the thought. It played over and over since the moment he pushed the door open and saw the abandoned room. And what potential danger had
he put Mandy in by taking this sabbatical? He should have used the time to find her a good school in the countryside. One where she'd be safe and could
make friends her own age. It didn't matter that she shot the idea down every time he brought it up. He knew what was best for her, and lately, he'd begun
thinking it wasn't living with him.
And as soon as those ideas surfaced, counterarguments made themselves heard. The internal tug-of-war never idled. Sure, it took a day off here and there.
Usually when it benefited him. Which made the argument for placing her in someone else's care and leaving a million dollars in an account for her future
that much stronger.
He drained the last sip from his mug, set it next to the coffeemaker, then went to the bathroom and showered. After he'd washed, shaved his neck and
cheeks, and dressed, he reentered the room and poured another cup of coffee. The cat met him by the brewer and wove around his legs in a figure-eight
pattern.
"What time is it?" Mandy asked groggily.
Bear glanced back. The girl sat up and stretched her arms over her head while yawning.
"Almost nine-thirty."
She looked toward the window. The sunlight knifed across her face. She winced and shielded her eyes.
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
"You looked peaceful. And you know we never can tell how much sleep we're going to get the next night. Figured I'd let you catch up, or get ahead,
whatever."
He'd taken to saying
whatever
now too. Although, rarely with the same meaning as Mandy.
"Hungry?" he asked.
She nodded, then stuck her feet over the edge of the bed. "Can I get a shower first?"
He jutted his chin toward the bathroom. "All yours, kid."
Twenty minutes later, Mandy had showered and dressed, and Bear had finished his second cup of coffee. They left the room empty-handed. The rain had let up,
rending an umbrella moot. And he kept all important
The alert sounded a third time.
"What the bloody hell?" she muttered.
As she slid the mouse around, it slipped to the bottom of the screen and her hidden task bar surfaced. There, a light flashed in the system tray. She
double clicked the tiny red icon.
"Shit."
She stared at an alert she had programmed into a proprietary software only available to select agents in MI6. The program violated every treaty they'd ever
signed. It monitored worldwide and reported access or hits on a specific individual's files. Most agents used it not only to watch persons of interest, but
also to keep tabs on themselves. If someone intended to slit their throat or slip them a radioactive cocktail, they wanted to know first.
But Sasha wasn't looking at a personal alert. More of a personal
interest
.
Someone had accessed Jack Noble's files.
Twice.
Chapter 10
Paris, France.
BEAR WATCHED MANDY sleep while the coffee brewed in the hotel's cheap coffeemaker. For what the place charged, damn near three hundred euros a night,
they could afford to put a Keurig in each room and stock it with those little plastic cups of coffee grounds. No point in complaining. They wouldn't be
there long enough for management to do something about it.
He thought back to the day before. Kat's empty apartment. Nothing left but the kitchen table and the woman's cat. The feline took to Mandy, so they brought
her home. Now she cuddled with Mandy in bed, black-and-white head poking out from the covers, one ear back, the other at attention.
One of the neighbors had come out when Bear and Mandy were leaving. The woman couldn't provide much information. She and Kat had never been friendly. They
managed a bit of small talk when the building put on a cookout, but nothing else.
The final drips fell into the pot, signaling the brew was ready. Bear rose, poured a mug, and took a seat at the table again.
Coming to Paris was a mistake.
He couldn't shake the thought. It played over and over since the moment he pushed the door open and saw the abandoned room. And what potential danger had
he put Mandy in by taking this sabbatical? He should have used the time to find her a good school in the countryside. One where she'd be safe and could
make friends her own age. It didn't matter that she shot the idea down every time he brought it up. He knew what was best for her, and lately, he'd begun
thinking it wasn't living with him.
And as soon as those ideas surfaced, counterarguments made themselves heard. The internal tug-of-war never idled. Sure, it took a day off here and there.
Usually when it benefited him. Which made the argument for placing her in someone else's care and leaving a million dollars in an account for her future
that much stronger.
He drained the last sip from his mug, set it next to the coffeemaker, then went to the bathroom and showered. After he'd washed, shaved his neck and
cheeks, and dressed, he reentered the room and poured another cup of coffee. The cat met him by the brewer and wove around his legs in a figure-eight
pattern.
"What time is it?" Mandy asked groggily.
Bear glanced back. The girl sat up and stretched her arms over her head while yawning.
"Almost nine-thirty."
She looked toward the window. The sunlight knifed across her face. She winced and shielded her eyes.
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
"You looked peaceful. And you know we never can tell how much sleep we're going to get the next night. Figured I'd let you catch up, or get ahead,
whatever."
He'd taken to saying
whatever
now too. Although, rarely with the same meaning as Mandy.
"Hungry?" he asked.
She nodded, then stuck her feet over the edge of the bed. "Can I get a shower first?"
He jutted his chin toward the bathroom. "All yours, kid."
Twenty minutes later, Mandy had showered and dressed, and Bear had finished his second cup of coffee. They left the room empty-handed. The rain had let up,
rending an umbrella moot. And he kept all important
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