Private Princess

Chapter 80

Colonel De Villiers walked eastward along the Thames’ northern bank, his eyes on the pavement as the wind began to whip off the water, finding every opening in his clothing.

“It’s supposed to be bloody summer,” the man grumbled to himself as he reached inside his Barbour jacket for his phone.

“Yes?” the voice asked as De Villiers’ call connected.

“I met with Morgan,” the Colonel replied after a look over both shoulders. “I gave him the address.”

“Will he go?” the voice asked.

“He will. He’s on a rampage. You could see it in his eyes.”

For a moment there was silence, all quiet in De Villiers’ ears except the slap of his brogues against the Embankment’s damp paving stones.

“Did he buy your resignation?” the voice finally asked.

“He did,” De Villiers replied.

“Good. It’s important he trusts you.”

“I don’t know if he trusts me, but he believes me. With the state of mind he’s in, I think that will be enough.”

“Very good, Colonel. You’ll see this through for me, won’t you?”

“Anything for you, Your Highness.”