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"There is aplatfor anyone Has he been checked out by security?"

"He’s clean No concerns there"

More riddles

"Well, tell me then, what is his name?"

"Peter Robillard, froive you so"

Jean-Pierre listed on his feet He reached out for Seriffe’s desk

"Hey," Seriffe called out "What the fuck? You’re about as white as a sheet"

Jean-Pierre looked at Seriffe, but he didn’t exactly see hientleman to the conference room I will be with him shortly But … why are you mystified, if I may ask?"

"You’ll knohen you see hi He withdrew it from the pocket of his jeans Fiona "Chérie What is it?"

"You tell ? I , I knohat all that feels like, but this is different, right?"

"Oui Fiona, I know that you are busy at the rehab center but could you co has happened I am not certain exactly what it is, but I want you with me"

"Of course"

"I’ll have Bev do the fold for you"

When he hung up, he called Bev back and told her what he needed She promised it would be the work of a moment

A few minutes later, with Fiona by his side, he walked with her in the direction of the Militia HQ conference roohtly--he could feel that he caused her pain He released the stranglehold on her fingers and took a deep breath

When he opened the door to the conference roo a conservative black suit, nicely tailored in the British s, turned to face him His hair was different shades of blond, darker beneath, streaked over the top, very fa like an idiot "Who are you?" he said at last because he could think of nothing else to say even though the ansas obvious

"My naant, refined "Mytio, over two hundred years It took rave in a church in Sussex, to take her naht be e sound next to hiers to her lips and little sobs escaped her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks She looked up at him "There, you see?" she said

He was too"See what? My son? Yes, I do see him, so I believe it must be true"

"No Not that Isabelle This is the reason she went crazy She carried your child She had been given a choice by the ht one"

Jean-Pierre moved forward and sank into a chair The past rose up like an enor out as they took hiive me"

She had carried a child, his child, their child The year, even the month of September when it had all happened, had been a terrible time in the revolution He understood it all now: that if Isabelle would just confess to a series of lies, then she could go free, even though it uillotine

He looked up at Peter, at the man who looked so much like him, except for the eyes, and his heart unfolded like a flower blosso

"I didn’t come to cause you pain," Peter said "I just wanted to know the truth, to know more about Isabelle and if you were my father, land and not in France I perhaps should tell you that s and saw your testiht you and I could not look this much alike and not be related"

Fiona moved to stand in front of Peter She put her hand on his shoulder and looked up at him in wonder "He has yourcheekbones, even the line of his jaw Only his eyes are different"

"Like Isabelle’s," he said "That soft sweet fire in her eyes"

"Then … you believe I am your son"

Jean-Pierre shook his head "Youelse?" Still he stared, unable to move He stared and searched each feature over and over