Apr 04, 2007 13:39
Okay. So she was in the past.
She could deal with that. Bernardelli somehow had found a way to contact her, although they had not been particularly forthcoming with the answers.
She had a job to do in Milleux, for whatever reason, and she would do it. It was as simple as that.
Meryl sighed, hung up a "Help Wanted" sign outside the door, and settled into her chair, going over the files as well as the newspaper she had been sent.
No sign of him yet.
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