Chapter 33

“Ah, James.” That smile lit his face. He switched the recorder off. “I wasn’t expecting you just yet. Ready to debrief, ochi verzi?”

My cock hardened, as it did whenever he called me “green eyes” in Russian. He had the most atrocious accent, but what mattered to me was that it was he calling me that. “I always enjoy your…debrief, Jeremy.”

He grinned and gestured to the seat opposite his desk. I closed the door, sat down, and propped my feet up on the corner of the desk, careful not to knock any files to the floor.

I was giving him the last of the details when an interoffice telephone buzzed. Since it was the one on Jeremy’s desk, he answered it.

“Waters.” He listened, his face growing blank, and then handed the phone to me. “It’s Father.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Trevalyan, I’m glad I caught you before the two of you left for the day. Don’t get too comfortable. I’ll need you to head out first thing in the morning. Things are heating up in Syria. Your tickets will be waiting at Heathrow.”