BY 2:20 A.M., DELANNOY was at his wits' end. He had very clearly told Coralie that he wanted a call to his private cell phone when the task had been completed. What part of that had she not understood?371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOGk94uynlW
He nursed his Scotch, his cell phone in his other hand. He sat in his love seat and pondered his future. It'd be bright, after this. He'd had all kinds of aspirations of climbing the ladder at the Ministry of Justice and Liberty, but he'd never dreamed of the good fortune that would befall him when Mischa Barton walked into his life.
But dammit, she'd been difficult. If only she'd confessed, she could have lived. This was, ultimately, her own doing. 371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz6B28lNxAr
He jumped as his phone rang. But not his cell. His landline. His home phone was ringing?371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbhwp7nceZ8
He picked up the phone in the bedroom. "Hello?" he cautiously answered in French. He looked at his reflection n the dresser mirror.371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTnrOSDZkEZ
"Sir, this is Isabelle, the AC on duty right now."371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcDFgORH6CM
The administrative commander who went by the nickname Liz. Sure. Coralie must have forgotten to call. But no matter now. They'd found Mischa, obliviously. Someone had turned on the security camera and found her swinging from the ceiling by a bed strap. And now they were dutifully calling the warden.371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ69kmmfvby4
"Yes, Isabelle."371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdf35CVP9Q4
"Sir, I have some bad news."371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHPyQ52n7mO
And Delannoy would be sure to treat it as such. Shock, indignation, the works. 371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHYupAoRJVJ
"It's Mischa Barton, sir."371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9TkIfSXVpb
"I see," he said. "Tell me what's happened." How calm and commanding he sounded. A leader in control during a time of crisis. No doubt for this prisoner there would be inquiries tomorrow morning, and he'd accommodate the media by making himself available for them. He'd already picked out the suit and tie he'd wear, a new orange Hermes tie.....371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhunRg7hoXz
As he listened to Isabelle, his blood went cold.371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWx2NrukdWy
He closed his eyes and felt a catch in his throat, tension immediately forming above his eyes.371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgXQK8M3hOS
"Tell me----you're joking," he said to his hand.371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwb3tClelfN
It was a moment before he realized that he'd dropped the phone. 371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN4NvPneIlx
