The Agency, Chapter 4
An Agent's Song Madame Superior was at her wit’s end. If she was in fact witty and if there could potentially be an end to such a wit, there she was before its presence. McCallum was on the loose with Jack’s diary or perhaps he was dead in an alley and the diary was in The Others’ hands or perhaps there was worse, though she couldn’t think of anything that could be worse. Agent Brown entered her office, licking his hands and quickly swabbing his hair down, “Madame Superior, a word?” “It better be good word,” she said as she paced about her office, glasses hanging from the corner of her mouth as she bit into the frame. “Madame,” Agent Brown closed the door behind him, “Word about the office is that Ms. Vivian has been in contact with McCallum.” Madame Superior stopped pacing, removed glasses from her mouth and looked sternly at Agent Brown, “Really? I pay you to seek out office rumors?” “Shall I bring Ms. Vivian in, Madame?” “Yes,” she sighed, “It’s the only lead we have.” When A