“I wish we could send him back. But he’s on a suicide mission to save Annabelle.”
“Who’s gonna run LeClaire while I’m gone?” Margaux asked.
“Cecil,” said Perdonna.
Margaux gave a bulging-eyed glare. She whipped out her revolver and shuffled it between her hands. Perdonna grabbed the shaft, her scarred eyes meeting with Margaux’s.
“Temporarily,” Perdonna said.
Cecil looked out into the hallway where suited agents strolled with intensity, screaming into their headsets for possibly no reason at all. A breath caught in his throat.
“Annabelle’s going to be at The Mall. Cecil is going to be Ava Germaine’s agent, and they want to try to free Annabelle.”
Margaux dropped her gun. Her head c****d in a serious, slow way. “You’re going to The Mall?”
“Do you know what it is?” Cecil asked.
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