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?368Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj1VyfuhNEj
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. 368Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPAwxKEamOT
He jumped as his phone rang. But not his cell. His landline. His home phone was ringing?368Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFzyyFz20mt
He picked up the phone in the bedroom. "Hello?" he cautiously answered in French. He looked at his reflection n the dresser mirror.368Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL7pumhPeMR
"Sir, this is Isabelle, the AC on duty right now."368Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUHJqeHcfbY
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.368Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEkASyyG1tq
"Yes, Isabelle."368Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0JZXte2gjP
"Sir, I have some bad news."368Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡazKUD4gQBu
And Delannoy would be sure to treat it as such. Shock, indignation, the works. 368Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi3dQKMcEnD
"It's Mischa Barton, sir."368Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEMA2pQAMVC
"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.....368Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvqs86vKKq8
As he listened to Isabelle, his blood went cold.368Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmI2rJoOlW6
He closed his eyes and felt a catch in his throat, tension immediately forming above his eyes.368Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSP3DJhAhrg
"Tell me----you're joking," he said to his hand.368Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBcnU1Ur5Tm
It was a moment before he realized that he'd dropped the phone. 368Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBQAZMqqaVX
