Marlene was eventually released from French custody. The case was closed after a homeless man admitted to firing the weapon (even though Marlene knew it was a boldfaced lie). Pilar had no immediate family to whom to tell of her death. Marlene went to the quiet funeral at Père Lachaise
Due to their history together, Marlene was sent to Paris to backup Pilar during a mission to retrieve sensitive documents from an international money launderer during a house party he was throwing. Mal stayed at home. “’Lena!” Pilar greeted her warmly. Marlene was still smarting from Pilar’s snub of Sophia’s
“Hi, my name is Amy,” Marlene thought quickly. “Hi Amy,” the child replied easily. “What are you doing?” “I’m your new babysitter.” “No you’re not,” the child replied. “You’re dressed like a scary person. You’re bad.” “If I was bad, would I be talking to you still?” Marlene asked, smiling.
“Here is your next assignment,” Oliver began, dimming the lights in the Section Seven satellite office in Fairview. It was disguised as a construction agency’s office on the seventh floor of an unassuming small-town skyscraper overlooking the town’s only movie theater. The agency photo of a middle-aged man flashed onscreen.