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Then he stared at the chiseled features of the face, the Roray eyes When he dropped all expression the features becah a savage was lurking beneath the sculptured marble of a statue

The wife and daughter of Henri Villon, his Liberal party colleagues and half the population o

f Canada would never in their wildest fantasies have believed he was leading a double life A respected member of Parliament and minister of internal affairs in the open, he walked the shadows as the veiled head of the Free Quebec Society, the radical movement dedicated to the full independence of French Quebec

Danielle caa-fashion, and traced his biceps with her fingers "Do you know him?"

He relaxed and took a deep breath, slowly exhaling "Roubaix?"

She nodded

"Only by reputation"

"Who is he?"

"Better to ask that question in the past tense," he said, taking the brown-haired ith graying sides and neatly placing it on his scalp "Iffroo"

FEBRUARY 1989

PRINCETON, NEW JERSEY

Heidi Milligan seerouped about the tables of the Princeton University archive reading room The neatly tailored uniform of a navy lieutenant co six feet from manicured toenails to the roots of her naturally ash-blond hair

To the young men in the room she was a welcome distraction fro stripped to her skin in their iinations But since she'd passed thirty, she'd becoh not too indifferent

"Looks like you're on another allnighter Commander"

Heidi looked up into the ever-s face of Mildred Gardner, the hter?"