When the Roses Bloom Again by TheBlack'sResurgence

Chapter 62

A Spy in our Midst

"Where the hell have you been?"

Charlus's tone was laced with relief, but Harry was under no illusion that he was being chastised also, his absence having stretched longer than he had anticipated.

With a shake of his head, he took a seat at the desk in the room they shared and released a deep breath.

"Later," he sighed tiredly. "Any reason why she is sleeping in my bed?"

He nodded towards the slumbering Summerbee who had evidently returned whilst he had been away.

"She's certain she's found the spy. Looks as though your little display was good for something."

"Who?" Harry asked curiously.

"Fontaine."

Harry frowned at the revelation, but his involvement made sense.

Some of the information that had been knowingly passed on were things made only known to the Commanders, and if his French counterpart shared a similar relationship to Fontaine as Harry did Charlus, he would have told the man all he knew.

It still didn't explain, however, how it had come to be known that he and Charlus had left to fetch Summerbee.

Was there another spy? Or was it possible that someone had unwittingly let Fontaine know as a friend, not understanding the potential fallout from saying too much?

Harry knew not, but it was something he would need to investigate.

"This won't go down well," he murmured. "We will have to bring him in quietly, and without provoking a fight."

Charlus nodded his agreement.

"When?" he asked.

That was the pertinent question.

Did Harry leave him in place and use the man to pass on more false information?

No, that wouldn't do.

It was risky and he was loath to have the spy amongst them any longer than necessary, but without firm evidence, he couldn't just simply apprehend the man.

Fontaine would need to be caught in the act.

"We leave him for now," Harry decided, "but only very briefly. We will have him in less than a few days."

Charlus nodded his understanding.

"How was Bulgaria?" he whispered, his gaze shifting the lightly snoring woman.

Harry released a deep breath as he shook his head.

"I didn't go to Bulgaria," he revealed.

"Then where did you go?" Charlus asked confusedly, a light frown creasing his brow.

"Czechoslovakia," Harry informed his friend. "Bulgaria would have presented too much a risk to try after the stupid cow got herself caught there already, so I went elsewhere. I was successful."