Chapter 82

I sit there in shock. All I can think of is, Did he just SAY that?

“‘Crucified’ is hardly the way an objective investigator would talk, Agent Duplass,” Grant says. Somehow he still manages to sound calm and composed.

“Objectivity went out the window when I lost my two agents in Paris – in part because of your illegal activities, I might add.”

“Epicurus had them killed!” I cry out.

“I have no proof of that,” Duplass says coldly.

“Then who the hell do you think killed them?!”

“The same gunmen who abducted Mr. Carlson in Paris.”

“Who were PAID by Epicurus!”

“I have no proof of that.”

“Jesus, are you trying to be obtuse?” I ask angrily. “Why the hell do you think they brought Grant to San Francisco in the first place?”

“All I know is that my agents were killed by a group of unidentified gunmen. Until we find out more, I’m not going to speculate.”

“You’re not going to speculate,” I repeat, half-mocking, half disbelieving.

“No. I only care about the truth,” Duplass says in that self-righteo