The Sons Of Cleito (The Abductions of Langley Garret Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

burst open to my right, and as for some reason I had decided I was waiting for a man in a dark suit, the sight of a woman quite nonplussed me.
    'Thank you for being so patient Mr Garret, I'm Leda,' she said, as she strode towards me and confidently offered me her hand to shake. I struggled for a moment to lift myself from the deep sofa, but once I succeeded I shook her hand.
    'Nice to meet you,' I said, but wasn't sure how honest I was in saying so. She wore her hair dark and very short and appeared to be in her late fifties. A little rotund and not very tall, but she had a definite air of authority about her. She was wearing a similar aquamarine jacket to the young woman, but she wore pants instead of a skirt.
    'If you'd like to come with me, we can have a chat,' she said, as she put a hand on my side to guide me towards the door. There was nothing to do other than accept her invitation, so I obeyed and headed towards the door she had entered by. She stepped forward and politely opened it for me, and I entered what I assumed was her office. A desk in one corner with a computer and files piled high, which tallied with my earlier thought that the waiting room looked like that of a lawyer. Her office had a similar legal feeling about it. She indicated I should sit at a small round meeting table. It was made from a dark wood, and with the red upholstered wooden chairs, it felt more and more that Leda was an attorney of some description.
    'Please take a seat,' she said as she moved opposite me and sat down. 'I imagine you're wondering where you are and why you're here,' she said, as she pulled her chair forward, which made a grating sound on the bare concrete floor, and then opened a blue file sitting in front of her.
    'An answer to both of those would help me I think.'
    'Naturally Mr Garret. You are under a small island that is located near where the Ionian Sea meets the Mediterranean. It's called Decem Filios.
    'The Ten Sons.'
    'Your knowledge of Latin is very good Mr Garret.'
    'I did do a little Latin at school. Um, I've only met you and the young woman who greeted me. Are there only women her?'
    'No, there are other people here,' she said, but didn't elaborate and returned immediately to the topic of the island. 'The name of the island reflects a little of our history.'
    'I've never heard of it.'
    'Very few have. And even fewer know that our island exists.'
    'A secret island?'
    'Yes.'
    'That's a bit hard to believe in this day and age.'
    'We have ways of ensuring our secrecy. It's important that our work is done quietly.'
    'I'm not sure I understand at all, so maybe you could move on to why I am here. I'm a bit confused about the secret part, so best perhaps you try something I might understand.'
    'You are one of us Mr Garret, and we need your help.'
    I looked at Leda, with my eyes probably giving away my complete and utter confusion as to what she was talking about. Secret islands, one of us and we need your help didn't compute one iota in my mind. 'Look, I'm really sorry if I sound stupid, but I don't think I've understood a single word of this. All I know is that I was dragged out of my apartment, drugged, tied up and flown away in the company of a man who sniffed a lot rather than speak, and on top of that, I've been locked away here with nothing to read and I'm worried about what my wife is going to think about me suddenly disappearing.'
    'I can understand you're a little upset and confused, but we do need you Mr Garret, otherwise we wouldn't have gone to all this trouble.'
    'Are you CIA or MI5 or something?'
    'No.'
    'Government?'
    'No.'
    'So I haven't been arrested for being a spy or anything like that.'
    'No.'
    'So why all the questions from the woman who barged into my apartment on a quiet Sunday morning?'
    'We had to make sure you were you.'
    'And you now believe I am me?'
    'Yes.'
    'We're not getting very far, are we?'
    'No.'
    'But you're not going to just forget about everything and let me go home and explain all