Annabel
“Ms. Gray? This is Director Scape.”
I sit up taller, surprised. “Yes, Director Scape. Thank you so much for calling me back.”
“So, you want to know about Major Gray.”
“I do. Did you know him?”
“I did.” He lets the words settle, and a queasy feeling turns in my belly.
“I’m sure things are classified, but can you tell me what he did for the CIA? How he really died?”
The director is silent for a moment. “Ms. Gray. Sometimes it’s better not to know things about the deceased. The story you heard is probably a better one than anything I could say. Why not remember your father as a military hero?”
I don’t like the implication. Is he saying my father wasn’t a military hero?
“What are you telling me, Director Scape?”
“I’m saying, your father was an agent. You’re an agent, Ms. Gray
