Chapter 84

“You don’t believe his mind was so far gone he snapped and killed himself?”

“That is your story?”

“Yeah.”

“Very well, mon ami. However, you will not mind if I put it out that the Division wasbehind his death?”

“As you told me, Pete, he had ties to the Division. I wasn’t even here. By the way, where’s Kiska?”

“She’s looking after the captives. She’s always had a tender heart.”

“Then how the fuck did she wind up in the Division?”

“A long tale, and we don’t have time for it.”

“Fine.” I could always find out if I thought it was important. I took out a handkerchief, pulled the scalpel from Richard’s neck, and wiped the handle thoroughly, then returned it to the wound.

“Merde! It wasn’t you who killed him, was it?” De Becque was a top level cold operative. He knew there was most likely only one reason for me to remove fingerprints. He also knew I wasn’t about to admit to anything. “Go!”

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