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?383Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt8G3M3incn
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. 383Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8a4bLyhTPa
He jumped as his phone rang. But not his cell. His landline. His home phone was ringing?383Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMbHKsFypOC
He picked up the phone in the bedroom. "Hello?" he cautiously answered in French. He looked at his reflection n the dresser mirror.383Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqqON8I4K9L
"Sir, this is Isabelle, the AC on duty right now."383Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY49tnm0SHm
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.383Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvMCGlmBK17
"Yes, Isabelle."383Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKJQS5Wvyie
"Sir, I have some bad news."383Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN94M56qFHA
And Delannoy would be sure to treat it as such. Shock, indignation, the works. 383Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlCkbRGKLcI
"It's Mischa Barton, sir."383Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOjAatrZE9n
"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.....383Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuxMgNJYAVN
As he listened to Isabelle, his blood went cold.383Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBWPdDBg7Al
He closed his eyes and felt a catch in his throat, tension immediately forming above his eyes.383Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGb9MtJULi8
"Tell me----you're joking," he said to his hand.383Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmqdDFFwz3d
It was a moment before he realized that he'd dropped the phone. 383Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPlooIBipKf
