“It’s a horrible thing to find out your brother wants you dead, but that’s what it looks like. The hit originated in the same island Roger was last seen at. I’m not sure yet, but it points his way.” Sven looked heartbroken and tired.
Monty smiled. “Well, now we’re all out of secrets, what’s next?” His Mother laughed. “Montague we’ve both been spies for most of our lives, were far from out of secrets, or ideas. Here’s what we’re going to do.”
She spent the next half hour laying out the plan for the next few days. Then Sven, an excellent chef, cooked an early dinner and we all crashed for the rest of the night. Monty and I talked over all this late into the night.
Monty had a lot to process. I mostly listened. Finally he drifted off to sleep. He had his family back. In the middle of people trying to kill us, he was happier than I had ever seen him. There was happiness, and there was danger, what a strange combination!