Lory rose from the bed and then gave the white rose to Abigail and said. "He told me I can trust you."
Abigail accepted the white rose. She paused for a moment, bringing it closer to inhale its soft fragrance before lifting her gaze back to Lory. "Are you a Noxcra agent?"
Lory gave a small shrug, her tone easy. "You could say that."
The vague answer didn't seem to surprise Abigail. If anything, it only confirmed what she had already suspected, for she knew that people from Noxcra were the kind who always acted with discretion.
She turned and walked back to the dressing table, setting the white rose down with care before asking, "What do you want from me?"
Lory studied the elegant woman before her. Fargo had described Abigail as opportunistic, manipulative, and cunning, and after witnessing how easily she had led Robert by the nose, Lory had no intention of underestimating her.
"It's about Robert Augburn," Lory said. "What do you know about him?"
