Betrayal in the Shadows

Miya’s voice grew firmer. “Think carefully. Whenever he contacted you,

was there something distinctive? A sound, a smell, or maybe a small

habit?” A faint struggle crossed Mignon’s vacant eyes. After a long silence,

she spoke slowly. “He… he smelled… faintly of disinfectant. And… he wore a ring. A ring with… an

eagle engraved on it.” Disinfectant? A ring with an eagle? Davey’s mind raced, images flashing

through his thoughts. And then one face came to him, making his blood run cold.

No. It couldn’t be. “Anything else?” Miya pressed. “There’s more…”

Mignon’s body trembled violently. “He… he told me to plant something in your office…”