The Memoirs of a Shadow Operative

Kate, and I had a wonderful weekend together with the lovely Clarice Moreau, who cooked dinner for us on Saturday afternoon, the day after having a wild and fun overnight stay with us. We now have two memorable evenings with each other, and maybe the formation of a long-term friendship. Clarice really likes Kate, and the bonding between all three of us was refreshing, but also a rare occurrence in life. We stood with Clarice until early Sunday morning, then Kate and I walked back to our corporate apartments via Rue Sainte-Catherine on a gorgeous summer day. It was almost 11 am, and we came upon The Argo Bookshop at 1841 Saint Catherine W and went inside. Kate and I explored the store separately, and I wandered back to the section where I originally met Claudia several weeks ago. I reminisced about that special day and was staring at books

Madame Élise Marie Delvaux and I made plans to take a trip to her remote hideaway in North Hatley, which is a charming village in the Eastern Townships of Quebec, Canada. The Manoir Hovey luxury hotel was our destination, and it is a special place that Élise reserved for herself, and a much-needed respite from her hectic business schedule. Luckily for me, Kate, and two others from our local team, flew back to Dallas on a lunchtime non-stop flight out of Dorval, and I was free, and clear to disappear without question. I arranged for Antonino and his armored Mercedes S600-L to drive us, and he will stay close by for the weekend and provide personal protection. This will relieve Élise of driving her magnificent Jaguar XJS Vanden Plas such a long distance. Élise told me that she keeps a 1971 Mercedes-Benz 280SE 3.5 Coupe in a private garage in

When I arrived at my corporate apartment complex in downtown Montréal, it was 1 pm on a Sunday afternoon. Antonino got us home quickly after a lovely two-night weekend stay at the countryside Manoir Hovey luxury hotel with Madame Élise Marie Delvaux that was unforgettable. After partially unpacking and settling in, I reflected on the many supernatural experiences that occurred as I sat on the balcony of my large apartment towering above the sprawling city. From my eagle’s nest perch on the 23rd floor, high in the sky overlooking the city, I recalled my journeys to the magical quartz crystal plateau, and the pure carbon diamond mountains, upon which the mansions of the sky reside. The quartz crystal plateau is a wonderful realm that is completely hidden in a multidimensional, cross-platform, space-time bridge, and there is only a small window that allows access to the dimensional portal between the two

Kate knows about my weekend getaway with Madame Élise based on the note that she deposited through the mailbox slot on my apartment door. She claims to have interrogated Antonino, but at 112 pounds, Kate is no match for him unless she held him at gunpoint or applied some other surprise tactic, taking him off guard. I cannot believe that he gave up my whereabouts even though Kate can be a vicious persuader regardless of the limits she has with fellow shadow team members. Each one of us is invaluable and not easily replaceable given the specialized, clandestine nature of our work. What I am about to disclose to you in the following paragraphs has been classified at the highest levels for five decades, but due to recent high-level intelligence leaks by nefarious whistle-blowers worldwide, most of the information is by default, declassified, since it has circulated around the globe