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November 12, 2012
following his exile in Prague.

“Mendelssohn? Really? Then I suggest £1 million was a bargain. That’s what Ernesto believed, and that’s why he went to the Inspector. And that why both were killed a day later. And so sloppily at that.”

This was Rosseler’s Achilles’ heel, thought Mangrove. The poor bastard would have to tip his hand. And with this concession — such sweet inevitability — Rosseler would betray the heiress, his friends at Sector 11, and, most deliciously, Mathilde Poincaré.

Rosseler’s back and shoulder’s stiffened at the bar. Just for a moment. Then he turned to Mangrove, smiling his devil’s smile.