Chapter Six
Heat suffused Mallory’s cheeks and her heart lurched as she realised not only had she well and truly snagged her target’s attention, but that of everyone in the vicinity, too. Concerned faces were turned in her direction, and, much to her horror, so were a couple of smart phones—probably filming. Or at the very least, taking photographs. f**k. Her blood ran cold. That was bad news indeed, and something she would have to notify HQ about, to see if they could make the videos and photos “disappear” somehow. Technology wasn’t Mallory’s forte, but she had complete faith in the team back in London—they could perform miracles, and regularly did. To do her job safely and effectively, she had to be a ghost—so no social media accounts, no online presence, no way of identifying her or ha
