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"What?" asked Delorer looked like he was enjoying this Noas deadly serious, his eyes bright and his voice grave This was not a man as there for a "When I make a model plane, I have plans You can’t tell ht’ve been a genius, but no one could do that He ents fell silent

"Well?" asked Beauvoir

"No plans were ever found," said Mary Fraser "And not for lack of trying Dr Bull’s apartment had been broken into several ti for him to stop his activities, but also, we suspect, to search for his schematics"

"You suspect?" said Lacoste "So it wasn’t CSIS?"

"No We don’t knoho broke into his home"

"Probably the same people who killed him," said Delorme

"It was a professional hit," said Mary Fraser, the words co ease And familiarity "Bullets to the head to be sure of the kill"

And Isabelle Lacoste looked with fresh eyes at this htly drab wo or personal experience? Was it possible she knew ? This conversation was obviously redacted

Lacoste did a quick calculation Mary Fraser was probably in her mid-fifties Gerald Bull was o

Fraser would have been in her e, or younger

"Are you sure he’s dead?" asked Ga to him

"Pardon?" said Mary Fraser

"Gerald Bull Did CSIS see the body? Did anyone at the Canadian Embassy identify it?"

"Yes, of course," said Delorme "He’s dead Five bullets to the head will do that"

Ga?"

Now the CSIS agents really did stare at hih both Lacoste and Beauvoir dropped their eyes to the table

"I beg your pardon?" asked Mary Fraser "John Fle?"