Chapter 44

“I couldn’t leave you huddled on the streets of Paris for any French dog to come along and piss on you. Look, why don’t you tell Kirkpatrick and see? He went through a hell of a lot to get me out here.”

“I can’t take that risk. Even if he let me return to the OIG, that would always be hanging over my head like the goddamned sword of Damocles. It would leave me open to blackmail.”

“So that’s why you really left?”

“Yes. Someone at the Division contacted me.”

“What’s left of the Division has more on their plate than blackmailing you,” Mark told him, and I wondered what else he had learned when he’d called Pierre de Becque.

“Robert Lynx—”

“Tactics is dead. So is that bitch, Anacapri.”

Drum swallowed heavily. “So I don’t have to worry. I can go back to the OIG.” His brow furrowed as he mulled over the situation. “I’ll marry Fritzie. Yeah, that’s it.” He gave a satisfied nod.