In mid-bite, she heard a car door slam that was recognizable. ” He chuckled, wincing at the thought. ‘Étes-vous Francais?’ Her eyes, he noted, followed from himself to Hilary and back again, but she did not speak. He HAD followed her! What had he followed her for? He must have followed her all the way from beyond Grosvenor Square. ’ ‘Damnation!’ ‘What the devil ails you?’ demanded his friend, striding forward. ” She refused. The larger problem at hand was drugging her foster sister, Shari, into a deep sleep. So far as the eye could reach, the white level road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty.
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