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Had he left it too late?

He ripped and tore and clawed until a s his hand in, he dropped the cassette

It ht never be found by those who needed it But neither, he kneould it be found by those about to kill for it

"But I’ hoht his eye

Sorown, but had been placed there Other hands had been here before hiotten, knelt closer and bringing both hands up, he grasped the vines and yanked theether Years, decades, eons worth of growth And concealment

Laurent ripped, and ripped, and tore Until a shaft of sunlight penetrated the overgrowth, the undergrowth, and he saas in there What had been hiding in there longer than Laurent had been alive

His eyes widened

"Wow"

CHAPTER 2

"So?"

Isabelle Lacoste put her glass of apple cider on the ooden table and stared at theto answer that," said Ar at her

"Well, now that you’re no longer hed His wife, Reine-Marie, leaned toward Lacoste and whispered, "What do you really think, Isabelle?"

"I think your husband, Madareat Superintendent at the Sûreté"