“The telltale detail was blood around the lips, as though it was smeared on,” Marc whispered.
He looked up at Aelred who nodded grimly. Marc had several courses of action available. The first was to simply kill Morin. Better to be carried by six…
The second would be to have him recover at a hospital and sent back home. If their hunch was correct this could make him time bomb…then tried by twelve.
The third option was the riskiest to his men. It required them to act as though everything was normal. The joys of command.
“Why didn’t you kill him?” Aelred said in a whisper.
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.
Leave a Reply