Chapter 4

I was seriously going to take Sperling apart.

Stanley must have picked up on it too, because he said, "Hey, Vincent got here after the shit hit the fan."

I glared at him. I didn't need anyone sticking up for me.

"Huh." The medic turned to the men with him. "Let's get 'em loaded up."

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I knew where the Scarlet Chamber's Prague headquarters were located--some of us did our homework. If Claude wasn't there, I had some contacts who might be able to give me a hint as to where he could be.

I lucked out, in a manner of speaking. The place was empty, except for Claude, who was sprawled on the floor. His brains were decorating a wall--he'd eaten his gun and blown out the back of his head.

Goddammit, this was my op. He should have known I'd come get him.

Well, this was just one more reason for me to go after the Archbishop. As for Sperling....