CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

ELENA

Alexander rose. "How? We left the phones."

"Margaret thought there was a mole," Marco snarled. "Someone close to both of you who informs on you."

Alexander's satellite phone buzzed with a message, as if in reply. He read it, and his color drained. "Father," he said, "he says I'm doing what ...

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