Iris returned the scrapbook to its hidden spot. Glancing down at her ankles, she questioned her mental abilities for remembering daily tasks. Why can’t I remember to moisturize my legs, she mumbled to herself.
Her mind’s eye had stored images of a luxurious dinner at St. Ermin’s Hotel. Lamb shanks roasted with pomegranate. Her handsome young host sitting across from her. The man whose mysterious life she would come to know through their shared adventures. Distracted by his eyes, she recalled difficulty in keeping track of his espionage story’s connection to the hotel.
The exciting thrilling trips with him were a joy to remember. However, it didn’t take long before the scary memories engulfed her mood. A rich fast world she never had known shock her with its dark dangerous side. She escaped from it but now she feared that some part, some secret was back looking for her.
Why did Douglas Manning appear so strange. Was he watching her?
