He’d been gone when she woke up, and now she heard him on the phone in the other room. She pulled on her shorts and shirt, almost afraid to face him because she wasn’t sure how she would react. They had a job to do, however, and no time to waste. When she joined him, he ended his conversation and held out the phone to her. “Whenever you’re ready. Mercier will have our backup available within the hour, but they’ll hold off until we give the word. I was just about to wake you.” Marie had made the call and arranged the meeting, though Bahktar had insisted on choosing the locale. What he suggested had sounded perfect and should be teeming with people, so she didn’t object. Then she quickly excused herself to grab a shower and dress for the meeting with Bahktar. Grant was pacing when she returned to the room. She wore all black—her wrinkle-proof pants, a long-sleeved, body-hugging jersey and a crocheted beret covering most of her hair.
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