Chp 1
Darcy stopped writing her report and looked out of the library window. Today was the anniversary of death of her mother, Mandy Deveroux. She can't remember much her father, who had left her and her mother when she was very young. The only thing she remembered was calling him "Papi". Her mother didn't allow her to see any photographs of her father. After her mother passed away, she attempted to find any evidence of her father, but to no avail. The only thing she knew was his name, Tiago Rodriguez, from her mother's diary.
She tried to search for him, but there's no record of his birth certificate, social security number, bank account or what so ever. It's as if he never existed. Darcy had dirty blonde hair while her mother was a brunette, so she's guessing that her father must've blonde hair. Darcy had her mother's blue-grey eyes and she was born in Paris.
Darcy is now studying at London, a literature student. She was just putting the final touch in her reports on classic proses. She put back the books that she read back to their rightful place and left the library. She used the subway in order to reach her rental apartment in Baker Street. When she arrived, she heated up yesterday pizza take-out.
She ate the pizza while reading her mother's diary and listen some instrumental music on her iPod. In her mother's diary, her mother didn't describe much about her father. Darcy had deduced that he's probably a Spanish due to his name and the fact the he had blonde hair like her. Darcy had spent her days, besides studying, to find as much as she can about her father, but with no luck so far.
Darcy was frustrated at this. She wanted to try and hack, but she was afraid. Should she do it? Her mother was once an Interpol agent and Darcy had kept her ID and badge. Darcy knew her mother's password to the Interpol system, but she was afraid that the Interpol would be suspicious to see a dead agent online on their system.
As she was cleaning some books that she forgot to put back on the shelves earlier this morning, a tiny black book fell out from one of the books. Odd…. Darcy never noticed this little black book. She examined the book (that she read for the first time this morning) and found a tape that held the book was no longer adhesive.
Darcy sat at her couch as she went through the little black book. The front cover had the initial MSD – her mother's initial, Mandy Seraphine Deveroux. She opened the book and found numerous names and numbers, possibly from her mother's old contact when she was serving as an agent. Darcy wondered if any of this people can give her the information that she needed. Then, she found a number, which is very long and weird for a phone number, and no name with it. Darcy decided to leave the number as her last resort.
She picked up her phone and dialled the number that belonged to a Chief Inspector Archer. "Archer speaking", said the voice on the other side. "Chief Inspector, my name is Darcy Deveroux. You knew mother, Mandy Deveroux. She used to work for Interpol", said Darcy. "Ah, Mandy, yes I do remember her. A fine agent and a terrible loss due to her death for Interpol. What can I help you, Miss Deveroux?", asked Chief Inspector Archer. "Can I see you tomorrow or anytime, whenever you're free? I wanted to inquire some information…, about my father", said Darcy. There was a pause of silence and Chief Inspector Archer said, "I will send an agent to fetch you at noon", before the line went dead. Well, that went well.
Darcy went to sleep that night and she dreamt of her mother, who had a solemn face as a blonde man was walking away from them. She ran after him and woke up screaming "Papi" as she realised that she was dreaming and it was already seven in the morning. Her class start at ten and Darcy couldn't sleep due to the anxiety that she was about to have some insight on her father or whatever Chief Inspector Archer will tell her.
She took a shower and put on her blue short-sleeved blouse, black skinny jeans with black Converse and her mother's black leather jacket. She went to her class as usual and by noon, as she walked outta her university campus, a black SUV with a man in black suit, which she assumed an Interpol agent was waiting for her.
Darcy approached the car and the agent greeted her, "Miss Deveroux, Chief Inspector Archer sent me here to pick you up. Shall we?", as the agent opened the door for her. Darcy nodded and got in. The agent then drove them to a restaurant nearby the harbour where she was escorted by the agent to a table at a corner where an older man with strawberry blonde hair was sitting and drinking a cup of tea.
The man got up and the agent excused himself. "Miss Deveroux, I presumed? I'm Chief Inspector James Archer of Interpol. Please sit", said Chief Inspector Archer. Darcy sat opposite of the man and said, "Thank you for agreeing to see me, sir. I hope it's not of inconvenient for you". "It's fine. I'm happy to help in anyways I can", said Chief Inspector Archer. Then, two waiters came bearing appetizer soups. "I hope you haven't had lunch. My treat", said Chief Inpector Archer as he sipped his soup.
Darcy was a little bit wary, but ate her soup anyway. "I understand you wanted to know about your father. Did your mother ever mention anything to you?", asked Chief Inspector Archer. Darcy shook her head and said, "No, she never did. I only know his name through her diary and that's all". "That's the thing. We too know nothing of him. Your mother guarded her privacy very well. When I tried to search for him, the result said it was a restricted file", said Chief Inspector Archer. "Meaning?", asked Darcy. "Meaning I'm guessing he was a Mi6 agent", said Chief Inspector Archer.
