Hidden In Plain Sight
“You’re losing people?” Scotch asked. “At an alarming rate. So are the French, the Spanish, the Americans...” “What about the Russians?” One corner of Ursula’s mouth turned up revealing a rarely seen dimple, “Ask the Americans, if you can find a live one.” Scotch thought back to his conversation with McKinney, it felt like it had taken place a lifetime ago, only a few hours had passed between that conversation and this one, “Who are the men in the SUV working for?” “The one outside your apartment?” Scotch nodded. “I don’t recognize them. They must be independents.” “You don’t know who they might be working for?” “No. I don’t. The only thing that I can tell you is spies from agencies all over the world are dying and no one is taking responsibility.” Ursula looked at Scotch waiting for a response. He sat and waited for her to reveal her final piece of information. “Have you noticed how none of the spies at your agency have di