| Subject: À la Vie! - Chapter 36 |
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Date Posted: Wednesday, November 03, 11:01:50pm
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Diane
's message, "À la Vie!" on Tuesday, October 19, 01:16:54am
There was a message waiting in Michael’s Marseilles office from Julie. Michael read it and frowned. Adam’s trips outside the embassy grounds had been cut off completely, and he had two body guards with him when he was outside in the compound, which was a rare occurrence. She also reported that Elena was using amphetamines, but not on a regular basis. She knew nothing about Karyn, so had nothing to report on that front. Michael made sure that Julie knew he was grateful for the information, and that she was well compensated.
Julie would have reported to Mr. Samuelle for free. She hated the Vaceks--Elena in particular. She was completely unfit as a mother, and should never have been given custody of Adam—laws be damned. She had never met Mr. Samuelle face-to-face, but his inquires about Adam’s health and well-being were far more frequent than Elena’s visits to the nursery. Julie had asked for, and received, a 4” X 6” color photo of Michael, which Adam kissed every night before hiding it from his mother and the other servants. They had thrown out his Teddy, so the picture and the brochure were the only connection he had to his father. The pictures and Julie. Julie never let Adam forget that his father loved him very much, and wanted to come and see him, but it was against the law. He also knew that he must never ever mention Daddy when anybody but Julie was in the room, or they would send her away for ever.
* * *
O’Brien crouched in the bushes, snapping photos of Elena and Karyn as the former left Karyn’s home. That was not a friendly little good-bye kiss. Evidence was growing that proved Elena and Karyn were having a full blown affair. Being a lesbian would not cause Elena to lose Adam, but if Marco could prove that she was also using drugs, they might just have a case.
The courts still might give custody to the grandparents, claiming that Adam had been raised in their home and would be traumatized if he were removed. The detective had to find the key to exposing Salla Vacek. He knew he was close. He wondered how Michael was getting along with his friend from Interpol.
* * *
“You know I only come here for the cigars,” Helmut Volker was saying, puffing away contentedly. Michael did know that, and it was the only reason he ordered them. Personally, he hated the smell of any kind of tobacco, and generally had his office fumigated after every one of the agent’s visits.
Michael came to the point immediately. “What did you find on the charities I sent you?”
Helmut leaned back on the couch, savoring every moment. He was in a theatrical mood. “Well, my friend, I believe you’re going to be one very happy man.”
“Cut the crap, Volker.” Michael was not in the mood for games.
Helmut got down to business. “Two of the three names you gave me are dirty, with Russian Mafia written all over them.”
“You’re sure?”
“Of course I’m not sure,” Helmut reminded him. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
“Which two?”
“That I can’t say. But have O’Brien concentrate on the ones that you gave me. You won’t be disappointed.”
* * *
Nikita had talked to Madeline, and she was disappointed, though not terribly surprised. She liked to think of her adopted country as being the most powerful on earth—able to move mountains—but she was a realist. Having an American ambassador talk to an East Indian one wasn’t going to get the latter to change his mind, especially when it was none of the American’s business in the first place.
It was with great surprise, then, when she got a telegram one early August afternoon. She opened it with trembling fingers. “ELENA DRUG ABUSING LESBIAN.VACEK TIES TO RUSSIAN MAFIA.NEW CUSTODY HEARING 19 SEPTEMBER.LOVE YOU.MICHAEL”
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