DETECTIVE Collette Laflamme had been looking out the window of her office, getting a panoramic view of Geneva and had nearly forgotten about the existence of one Alex Brenton who was seated across the office.
"He's still in the country," started Brenton, getting the detective's attention.
"You know we can't be sure of that," Laflamme replied. "he could be anyone in the world right now."
"I'm telling you, Detective. Marconi's planning something. Otherwise he could've disappeared long before I made the jump on him."
At that, Laflamme turned to look at Brenton, her short auburn hair dancing above her shoulders as she did so. "You keep saying that but you literally have no idea what he's up to."
"Not entirely," Brenton said, resting his arms on Laflamme's desk, one of which had been bandaged just a few hours ago.
"What do you mean?" asked Laflamme.
"After I'd left to go on a lead, yesterday-"
"Of which you were entirely vague about."
