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"And from there travel just about anywhere," said Arun was for the Iraqis after all"

"Gun or guns," said Armand "He was killed on March 20, 1990, you say?"

"Yes Why?"

Aritated paces, then stopped and shook his head "It doesn’t make sense I know it doesn’t"

"What doesn’t?"

"John Fle’s first murder was in the summer of 1990"

There was a pause as Reine-Marie absorbed that, and tried to co there’s a link? How could there be?"

Ar hers "Gerald Bull built Project Babylon, and etched onto it not just the Whore of Babylon but lines from a psalm, ‘By the waters of Babylon, we sat down and wept’"

He looked across their living rooodda the sah She Sat Down and Wept"

"It’s a famous line, Ar patronizing She could see the intensity in his eyes "There’ve been lots of literary references to it, evenwith that lyric?"

Then she sahat he was thinking and felt her concern spike

"You’re wondering if John Fle could be Gerald Bull? But surely that couldn’t be hidden"

He picked up the blacked-out sheets "You can hide anything, depending on who ‘you’ are"

Reine-Marie leaned forward and took both his hands in hers She spoke slowly, quietly Holding his gaze "You’ve just been reading the play It’s brought up all sorts ofDo you think it’s possible that your grief for Laurent has so trial? I don’t knohat happened there, andsense, Armand" She paused to let her words sink in, penetrate, and perhaps even overpower this delusion "The two aren’t connected, except by a very cootten under your skin, or up your nose," she smiled, and saw a sot there, he’s in your head and you have to get hi in the ot up and stood by the fireplace, his back to her, looking at the flaht, of course John Fle to be Gerald Bull That was foolish of e hands through his hair and sy