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Exile? What the fuck was he talking about?
“You set fire to an organizational asset,” Lyon reminded him. “That’s hardly playing by the rules.”
“You make a good point,” Musa said. “But then, we both know there’s a time to follow the rules and a time to break them, and the trickiest part — the most dangerous part — is to know which is which. You should blame yourself. You broke the rules first. You gave me cover.”
Lyon stayed quiet, his mind and body alert as Musa paced to the fireplace. Let the asshole talk. Who knew what Lyon would learn? What he could use?
Musa stared at the photograph of Lyon and his parents. “You were smart to come here, to leave it in your father’s name. It took me awhile to find it. Who bothers looking for the holdings of a dead man?” He shook his head. “You think you’re owed something for what happened to him. I understand. I’m owed too.”
His voice was thick with bitterness. Like a true martyr, he still felt displaced and undervalued because he was Chechen when nobody else gave a shit. The rivalry was all in his mind.
He unzipped his pants and pissed on the fireplace with a sigh of pleasure. Lyon’s muscles twitched involuntarily, and Kira put a hand on his arm to still his movement.
Musa zipped his pants and turned with a smile. There was an eerie glint in his eyes. Lyon didn’t know if it was purpose or insanity.
“I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon.” He looked from Lyon to Kira. “Both of you.”
He started for the front door then turned and raised his gun. The sound of it firing inside the house was deafening.
The picture of Lyon’s parents flew off the mantel.
“Your father wasn’t a hero,” he said. “He was a patsy. You’re just too sentimental to know it.”
