“She’s beautiful,” Murphy managed to say after gulping.
“Thank you,” Marc said. “She’s a courtesan.”
Sometimes it was easier to work with the truth. Even if I have to glaze over the specifics.
“Like the Mata Hari?” The Sergeant asked.
That was a reference to a particularly popular courtesan in Paris, who was rumoured to be spying for Germany. Marc had seen her perform, and like Evelyn, she knew how to put on a show.
“Something like that,” Marc said.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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