Chapter 13



“Are you back in the city?” asked Claude.

“I am in a city alright but not New York,” said Cameron.

“Oh, you are still in Boston.”

“Actually, I left Boston, and my Mercedes this morning.”

“So where are you?”

“Would you believe I’m walking the streets of Montreal?”

“I love Montreal.  What the hell are you doing there?”

“The hits just keep on coming.  After I talked to you in this morning in Boston…”

Claude had answered the phone expecting Cameron to tell him he had returned to New York.  Cameron explained to him that was far from the case.  As Cameron led the women along the side streets toward the hotel he briefed Claude about the skinny tie-dyed man, the car chase across the Zakim Bridge, the bus ride to Montreal, and then finally the fate of Glenda and La Sirène Bleue.  Then, as Marie and Nicole whispered prayers by his side, Cameron told Claude what he knew about what he had been drawn into.

After hearing Cameron’s account of the day’s adventure, Claude was momentarily silent.  Then Claude asked, “All of that since we spoke this morning?”

“I tell you, what happened here was exactly like what happened to us in Tangier ten years ago,” said Cameron.

“I don’t like the sound of this Rex Mundi, and I think you are right, it all sounds too familiar.  This all adds up to only bad news,” said Claude.

“I’m sure you’re right, but I gave Marie and Nicole my word that I would get them to safety.  I need to see this through to the end, whatever that means.”

“It might mean your end my friend.  My advice to you is to tread lightly.”  Cameron heard Claude sigh, and then Claude continued, “Can I help you?  Would you like me to come to Montreal?”

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