Chapter ElevenLater that evening, Ruth stood in the bathroom brushing her hair. The earlier conversation about Amelia’s boyfriend, Owen, replayed itself in her mind. Varis’s voice singing “White Christmas” filtered through the closed door. Ruth smiled as Varis held the last note of the song in a long fermata. Never mind that it was June. She sang Christmas carols all year long.
Ruth pointed the brush at herself in the mirror. “You’ve got to ask Varis why she was out and about in the middle of the day on a Wednesday. She’ll never tell you. It’s probably work related, and therefore a secret.”
“She’s a secretary. What on earth could take her out of the office? They have couriers to do their legwork, don’t they?”
“Maybe the embassy was trying not to raise suspicions by having one of their a
