“I can do what I wish with them?” Marc asked.
“It’s that or death.”
“How long?” Marc repeated.
“Give me three days… say why did you request a visit?”
Marc grinned. After this massacre, Marc nearly forgot why he asked to see Aelred.
“Evelyn has a Georgian in her pocket,” Marc said.
Aelred’s eyes opened wide, but he did not respond. Since he had a satisfactory answer, Marc transitioned to a run while approaching Murphy and Ryan.
“Morin!” Marc exclaimed. “He’s alive…”
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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