It rang and rang. Maybe out walking Sydney, he thought. He called Emma and was at least able to leave a message. He told her the basics, said he was fine, and asked her to warn the ambassador that he would be in to talk to him. Ten minutes later he was about to try Ceci again when his cell phone rang. “Capitaine Garcia here, Monsieur Marston.” “Good morning, capitaine. Any news?” “A little. Your ugly friend didn't want to talk to us, and he has that right. But we found out who he is. Or, more precisely, what he is. A small time drug dealer. He has spent some time in our jails, and will be going back there, of course.” “Do you know who he works for?” “Not exactly. We know who his associates are, who he's done work for in the past, but we have no idea who he's working for at the moment. If anyone, of course.” “You think it might have been just a burglary?”
