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?382Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9kLCHclnVk
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. 382Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCtTUqnQahL
He jumped as his phone rang. But not his cell. His landline. His home phone was ringing?382Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7aFePUqnpv
He picked up the phone in the bedroom. "Hello?" he cautiously answered in French. He looked at his reflection n the dresser mirror.382Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY0kFMWTDVZ
"Sir, this is Isabelle, the AC on duty right now."382Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAYZ1lAKwyM
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.382Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2iUorxKOSo
"Yes, Isabelle."382Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡydKKPAuqsS
"Sir, I have some bad news."382Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo7NneLYtIJ
And Delannoy would be sure to treat it as such. Shock, indignation, the works. 382Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz5lLc1UNiY
"It's Mischa Barton, sir."382Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe0TBUBO0tb
"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.....382Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ87SgPkaqgs
As he listened to Isabelle, his blood went cold.382Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgoXGyT8FdO
He closed his eyes and felt a catch in his throat, tension immediately forming above his eyes.382Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGkngiTOEN9
"Tell me----you're joking," he said to his hand.382Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡosYrNhGoIO
It was a moment before he realized that he'd dropped the phone. 382Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFryuyL3VSd
