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waiting: Carry this phone with you on the
next mission for tracking purposes. If it rings, it's us. Do not
use it unless strictly necessary, but you may dial 999 to reach
us .
    Chastity sighed. It was like
being a tagged animal. She didn't usually have reason to complain
about the job, but just lately things were beginning to irk. Maybe
it was the fine spring weather. May hadn't been so gorgeous in
years. It was early, but the square outside smelled alive with the
annual rebirth. From childhood a phrase
resurfaced , thanne longen folk to goon on
pilgrimage : that's exactly what it felt
like. With luck the next assignment would involve
travel.
    Ah, but what about the dishy Damien
then?
    She didn't have time to consider that
thorny question because the mobile phone rang just then, giving off
some spastic techno beat that was probably meant to be a
recognizable hit, but failed to ring any bells for Chastity. Surely
she could change it to some kind of Mozart tune. "Yes?"
    "Do you like the Kylie?" It was Kevin,
of course.
    "You labeled the package, too, I'll
bet," Chastity said, without responding to his question. "Why
you?"
    "Because one day you will realize how
much you love me and want to settle in a little cottage in Dorset
with me and our fifteen children."
    "Yes, undoubtedly. But I meant why you
and not Monitor?"
    "You're not her only puppy," Kevin
said, clicking away at a keyboard in the background. "She's got all
kinds of kennels to mind."
    He did come up with the oddest
metaphors. "Is there a point to this call, beyond
torture?"
    "Oh, you wound me, you do. One day, I
tell you—"
    "Tell me now. Are you just testing the
line?"
    "No, no," he hastened to say. "You're
to go to Brussels. Take the Eurostar and check into Be Manos. It's
near Midi. Train 9138 leaves at 14.34 and arrives at 17.44. You
have a ticket waiting for you at St. Pancras."
    "I see. Anything else?"
    "I suspect you’re after our hacker,
but no one tells me anything," Kevin said, his disappointment
evident.
    "Could be anything," Chastity said,
heading up the stairs to get her roller bag as she spoke. "Any idea
how long I'll be there?"
    "No one tells me anything," he whined
again.
    "Thanks, Kevin. Goodbye."
    "Hey, maybe when you get
back—"
    Chastity pressed the red button, which
ended the connection. It wasn't nearly as satisfying as slamming
down a receiver, she decided. Now, what to pack for Brussels?
Something rather Audrey Hepburn, she was sure.
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    "Is this seat taken?"
    Chastity looked up from her
lounge seat to see a tall man with greying hair gesturing toward
the orange chair beside her. She shook her head and returned to her
novel, but part of her attention was captured by his handsome
profile. For some reason she hadn't been able to get into North and South as quickly
as she had Gaskell's other novels, so at last she closed the book
with a sigh and stretched. Still another hour to go, according to
her new mobile.
    "Would you care for a coffee?" the
gentleman beside her offered.
    "That would be lovely," Chastity
answered with genuine pleasure. Her gallant returned with coffee
and all the accoutrements, and she gratefully added a helping of
cream to the rich black brew.
    "Simon Chalk," he said by way of
introduction, offering her a smartly manicured and surprisingly
large hand to shake.
    "Masie Diamond," Chastity offered,
picking one of her stock names at random and reminding herself to
keep to it. It was not, however, the name on her
passport.
    "Do you make this trip often? Or is
that far too dull of a question?"
    "How about 'what did you want to be
when you grew up?'" Chastity asked with a smile. It was always one
of her favourites.
    As expected, he laughed and blinked a
little at her. "I wanted to be a milkman," he said, his grin
betraying a good bit of embarrassment at his sudden revelation.
Chastity was sure he had expected to be the one leading the
conversation.
    "A milkman?" she prompted.
    "I'm not sure what it