Capítulo 65: Chapter 65

Slipping Through My Fingers

“Leonard Burroughs” was the most recent agent who had been instructed to meet with a representative of an organization with ties to the CIA. He, or rather I, was to go to the Montgeron district of Paris, to a certain building on Rue Fourier. It was like any other office building in the City of Light, an unremarkable pile of concrete and glass, although this one was undergoing renovation.

Hide in plain sight. That was the old adage. Mark would have approved. He always said, “People are idiots, Quinn. They only see what they expect to see.”