Page 58 of Wait for Me

“I’m only a translator,” Marie said.

“So they all say.”

“You know I’m telling you the truth.”

“So says someone who used a fake name in my organization.”

“I sometimes use an alias,” Marie explained. Maybe more to Logan than for Buchanan’s benefit.

“Your supervisor at the State Department or at the CIA made you do it?” Buchanan’s voice grew deeper.

Logan’s eyes widened. CIA. State Deparment.

He had no idea who he had married.

Marie didn’t answer.

To Logan, it meant that Buchanan could be telling the truth, or Marie worked for neither, or she worked for one and not the other, or…

Logan felt a headache coming.

I’m a simple businessman, is all. I don’t do spy games.

“No, Mr. Buchanan,” Marie said. “Lucy is the name I would have named my daughter if I had one. It’s a pretty name. You said so yourself.”

Daughter? Logan felt uneasy. Had Marie been thinking of more kids? With whom?

“You chose to be Lucy in Yemen,” Buchanan continued. “I know your real name, but I like Lucy better.”

Yemen? Logan stared at Marie. Once again, she did not look at him.

“I was paid to translate.” Marie’s voice was even and calm. “I did my job, just as you did yours.”

“You interrupted mine because you overheard something I said to my people. Then you disappeared for three years.”

“I was assigned new projects. Like I said, I translate—”

Mr. Buchanan laughed. “I don’t forget my enemies so easily, Lucy.”

“Am I your enemy? I helped you avert a crisis in your organization, didn’t I? Prevented you from taking a sabbatical in an Iranian prison when the missiles you sold to them turned out to be duds.”

“Yes, you did—but you also spied on me for the USA and France and whoever else is involved.”

“Like I said, Mr. Buchanan, I’m a translator. I translate when I am paid. I don’t take sides.”

“You don’t have to take sides. You only have to pay back what I lost.” Mr. Buchanan paused. “In fact, your husband and your son will pay on your behalf.”

“You mean my ex-husband?” Marie asked. “We’re currently not married to each other.”

“From what we’ve seen the last few days, you might have gotten back together.”

“What do you mean?” Logan finally spoke. “Have you been watching us?”

Was Buchanan implying that he had a spy onboard the cruise ship? Logan didn’t know what to think except that his son could be in danger. He prayed that God would protect Jonas.

He regretted not hiring a bodyguard, but he had an aversion to them, after living most of his life under guard and scrutiny.I am not as paranoid as Dad.

“If I were you, Logan Urquhart, I wouldn’t have let my wife go so easily,” Buchanan said. “Then again, you’re how we found her.”

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