Chapter 21“Ms. Kartz, I am Michael Gillette, your Consul in Miami. I am pleased to meet you indeed.” The middle-aged, brown hair, brown face, brown eyes and brown suit man extended a hand for her to shake, which Talya rudely ignored.
When the landing gear had hit the ground, and after being practically shoved into an awaiting car, her two official goons had brought her to the Canadian consulate’s offices without as much as a word during the ride from the airport.
“Under any other circumstances,” Talya said. “I would return the compliment and say that I’m pleased to make your acquaintance. As it is, however, I am not only utterly displeased but quite appalled by the way you have abducted me from my home.”
“I understand your resentment of my actions, but I had no choice in the matter. I
