Page 57 of Wait for Me

Why do they think Marie’s name is Lucy?

Logan counted three masked gunmen. There was no way he and Marie could fight their way out of this. First, they were unarmed. Second, Logan couldn’t remember judo moves from middle school.

These days, he fought in corporate boardrooms and in online marketing battles.

Not on a cruise ship with people carrying silencers.

Yes, he knew what that was. Back in the days when the Urquhart family had armed bodyguards, Logan had learned a thing or two about weapons.

All this must have been a big mistake.

Could Marie be right? Could they have entered the wrong stateroom?

Or could this episode tonight be related to Marie’s day job?

Logan was too afraid to move to reach out to Marie to hold her hand. She had her arms folded across her chest, her face revealing nothing. No fear. No worries.

That told Logan that she at least halfway knew what was going on here.

Who is Marie Bouchard, really?

Someday, she would have to come clean if she wanted their relationship restored. Then again, maybe it was best if they went their separate ways.

Why were these gunmen after her?

Clearly, they are not after me. I don’t even have a parking ticket.

To be fair, Logan reminded himself that his full-time chauffeur drove him around.

The leader of the intruders made a phone call, speaking in a language that Logan didn’t understand, but it sounded Middle Eastern. Maybe Arabic or Farsi or something else.

The man tapped his cell phone, and place it on the coffee table in front of Marie.

“Lucy.” The voice on the phone was deep but calm.

There they go again, looking for Lucy.

Logan waited for Marie to respond. She didn’t at first.

“I know you’re there, Lucy.”

Logan wondered why Marie didn’t answer.

“You may not remember me, but Tel Aviv was mine.”

“Failed work, Mr. Buchanan?” Marie asked.

“She speaks.” Buchanan laughed.

What? What?

Logan felt a jab of pain in his broken elbow.

Tel Aviv? Logan was stunned. He had thought that Marie worked primarily in Europe. Was this a translation job? Logan had no idea that translators were in some sort of war.

Then again, Logan knew that Marie traveled wherever there was work. Still, Tel Aviv was a long way from France.

“If I hadn’t trusted you…” Buchanan’s voice trailed off.

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