In Chapter Twelve: Parker poses as a servant while providing security at a very important gathering for a friend.
April 17, 2001:
The day started out as normal, pretty much.
I’m still, after a month, reeling over the events that occurred on the Ides of March. Not to mention the trust I’ve been given that only less than a handful knows of. I have no idea why I was entrusted with what amounts to almost a breach of security. However, it is nice to know I have access to it should the need ever arise. I shouldn’t have been surprised however. If Commander Storm could have a back way into his office, why not the Senior Director? I’m willing to bet most of the upper echelon, if not all, had a secret entrance to their offices.
However, I digress.
My work for the day was over and I decided to take a walk out of the Headquarters building. It was a warm, spring evening and I had planned earlier in the day judging by the weather on going for a solitary walk along the river, having a quiet drink at a local pub, and maybe even dinner. Why not?
As I walked out of the building, I saw a familiar figure on the opposite side of the street. It was Roberts, Miss Mathers’ butler. He caught my eye, and then set off along the Embankment.
Curious, I followed Roberts. I figured it had to be important otherwise he wouldn’t have been there actively looking for me. I managed to catch up to him about 200 yards along, sitting on a bench, obviously waiting for me.
“My Employer would like to know if it would be convenient for you to call round and see her,” he said without preamble in his crisp, English manner.
“That’s not an issue,” I answered promptly. “I’m done for the day. Lead the way please, Roberts.”
Roberts raised his umbrella and a taxi screeched to a halt beside me. He entered and gave the address of the Eaton Square house. I barely had time to seat myself before the taxi took off.
Moments later, we arrived at the now familiar homestead of Briony Mathers. Roberts directed the taxi to the back of the house.
“I do apologize, sir. It is expedient — I mean … I apologize, but I have been instructed to … that is …”
I realized, after a couple of moments, he was bringing me in through the Servants entrance.
“Roberts,” I asked, “why are you so nervous? Is something wrong with Miss Mathers?”
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