Posing as another agent, and using the pretext that I had an urgent message to deliver to her from Sir Gillian, the guard planted in front of the door of her suite let me in after checking my CIA ID. The name I used then was Antoine Gironde.
“What do you want?” Talya asked brusquely as I came in without knocking. The evening sunlight was streaming through her bedroom window.
Once the local police had come and gone, Talya had been pacing her suite for hours. I had killed the man she had loved.
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