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“I wasn’t necessarily talking about you,” replied Mallory.
“So me then?” exclaimed Reggie. She looked darkly at the man.
“Just everyone please take a rest,” said Mallory a trifle wearily.
“Even if the Ukrainian psychopath has us in his gunsights?” asked Whit.
“Yes, even then,” said the professor sharply. Mallory then rose and left the room.
“He’s under a lot of pressure,” said Liza defensively.
“We’re all under a lot of pressure, Liza,” rejoined Reggie.
“The operation in Provence cost a lot of money,” Liza continued. “And funds are getting harder and harder to come by. Miles spends a great deal of his time finding benefactors.”
Whit scowled at her. “Great, fine. I’ll cut my salary. Oh, that’s right, I don’t really get paid a bleeding quid to risk life and limb, now do I?”
“I didn’t mean it that way, Whit,” she said.
“I don’t think any of us mean anything we’re saying right now,” said Dominic.
Whit rose. “Speak for yourself, Dom. I meant it all.”
Before anyone could say anything he’d slammed the library door behind him.
CHAPTER
68
REGGIE DECIDED against seeking refuge in the underground shooting range. This was principally because she didn’t think her still queasy stomach could take the pungent smells created by the weapon’s discharge in close quarters. Yet she didn’t want to remain inside the distinctly chilly atmosphere at Harrowsfield, so she settled on wandering the grounds. That of course led her to the graveyard and then to the gravesite of Laura R. Campion. She’d visited her mother’s and brother’s graves only once, years ago, and her father’s never. And yet here she was, for the hundredth time standing in front of what was almost certainly a stranger’s final resting place.
Are you going mad, Reg? Is this what it feels like?… Is this what happened to my… dad?
She had long ago convinced herself that her father had become insane, because that was the only way to explain what he’d done. But at a certain level she knew that might not be true. And it terrified her.
She said out loud, “Do you just go mad? Or are you simply born evil? Or do you simply slaughter because history gives you the chance?”
“Yes to all three,” said a voice.
Reggie nearly toppled over as she spun around, her mind recognizing the voice but also at the same instant wondering how it could possibly be.
Shaw stood at the edge of the yew hedge that nearly surrounded the cemetery.
“How?” she began, before Shaw put a finger to his lips as he came forward.
He stood beside her. “Good to see you again too.”
“How the hell did you get here?”
“The phone I gave back to you? GPS.”
“That’s impossible. We disable all GPS chips in our phones when we’re on mission to prevent just this sort of thing.”
“I know. That’s why I had to put one in it on the boat ride over.”
Reggie groaned and put a hand to her forehead. “I can’t believe I was that incredibly stupid.”
“You’re not stupid, you’re really good. But I’m pretty good at what I do too.”
