Chapter 59

I took my Llama Mini-Max from my pocket and kept one eye on the debris on the floor and the other on Femme.

Twenty feet beyond the front door, we came across the first body, twisted and bloody, charred beyond recognition. It must have been flung there when the car smashed into the building and detonated.

I stared down at the remains, but as on the night Mark’s apartment had exploded and I’d gone to the morgue to identify the body that had been taken there, this one was too short.

“M. Mann?”

I shook my head. “You said you wanted to go first.” All that mattered to me was it wasn’t Mark.

She turned without saying another word. I spared a final glance at the dead operative, and then followed Femme to the stairwell. It wouldn’t be a good idea to use the elevators at this point.