“Look, I don’t want to get your hopes up, but something is coming next year. Very big. Very hush-hush. And I think you’re the person for the job. But I need you to get on that plane.” Maggie fingered the wax seal on the back of the envelope. “What kind of fan flies their favorite author to another country for the holidays?” “The kind with money and good taste in books.” “This can’t be safe.” “It is.” “This can’t be smart.”
