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But we both
know, you underestimated his intelligence.”
    “So our agreement
is broken.”
    “Yes, again.”
    So far, seeing
Myron again was going as badly as it could. She felt her insides
squirm and had to will herself not to show her discomfort any
further. It wouldn't stop him dismissing her, but it might help her
think.
    Amelia looked up
from her hands as she realised it made no sense. Why was she here
if she'd broken their agreement again? Myron must have some other
reason for keeping her around.
    A few seconds
later, he met her gaze and they stared at each other, the unspoken
question of why lingering between them, but neither of them voicing
it or the answer.
    “You've shown that
you have talent, Amelia, even if it isn't quite at the level of my
brother, but you must be aware of how dangerous our line of work
is. There may come a time when neither I nor Sebastian will be able
to come to your rescue. Do you truly understand the level of
intelligence you need to have just to survive what we do?”
    This wasn't what
Amelia had expected Myron to say next but she knew it was
important. She tilted her head to the side, trying to read the
expression on his face as well as consider the words carefully. She
knew he had disobeyed a command to save her only weeks earlier and
paid a high price, and now he was letting her know he couldn't do
that again.
    “I don't think I
understood that the first time I asked you to teach me, although
I'm beginning to now. I want to continue.”
    “Then no more
mistakes, Amelia. You can't afford them,” he said and finally broke
their eye contact. She let out the breath she hadn't realised she'd
been holding and fought back the grin wanting to run rampant across
her face. He cared; it was the only explanation.
    “To our task,
then?” she asked once she was in full control of her emotions.
    “Yes. I hope I
don't have to remind you that what I'm about to tell you is in the
strictest confidence?”
    She shook her
head. Myron wasn't someone she'd ever betray.
     
     

Chapter 5
    It didn't take
long to tell Amelia everything that Mycroft knew so far. Just
before he'd left the house, his secretary had informed him of the
account used to pay Mr McGregory. It was owned by a small, but
well-read, Scottish newspaper, although they'd tried to cover their
tracks. Now he needed to ensure the information they had never made
it to print.
    Immediately,
Amelia pulled out her phone and tapped in the key details.
    “I'll see if we
can work out which reporter it's likely to be,” she said. “It will
at least make use of our travel time.”
    He nodded, glad
she would do something useful while he gathered his thoughts. Their
conversation so far had been little to the plan he'd made. Somehow,
his anger at being forced from London had bubbled over into his
warning for her. Thankfully, she appeared to have taken it
well.
    How long until
we're in Scotland?” Mycroft said loudly enough that Daniels would
hear him.
    “I'm estimating
seventeen past the hour, but it will take another half-hour or so
before we're in Lockerbie,” Daniels replied, not taking his eyes
off the road or pausing for a second.
    Out of the corner
of his eye, Mycroft noticed Amelia look up from her phone and raise
her eyebrows. Satisfaction rippled through him. It appeared she was
noticing everything she ought to.
    Although he
already suspected a particular reporter at the newspaper, it was
also good that Amelia was trying to figure it out. Hopefully, she
would arrive at the same conclusion before they reached Lockerbie,
and they could pay a visit to both the source and the reporter in
one short space of time.
    On the way up from
London, he'd already ran through the likely ripple effects of the
information being printed. Almost all of them would result in the
MP losing his position; if not right away, then at the next
election. The effects on the upcoming referendum would be even
worse. It had to be stopped.
    They sat in
silence together