Chapter 1918 Track Him Down

• There was a compound that sprawled over more than 700 square yards, its perimeter bristling with sentries and razor-wire like a miniature fortress.
• This was the Astorian Embassy in Fruycia, its pale flag luffing lazily in the humid breeze.
• After a light breakfast, Jemma settled beneath a broad canvas umbrella on the terrace, morning sunlight fracturing across her porcelain cup. She flipped through cable after cable from Loang. This visit was ceremonial; her work back home could not afford to wait.