Declan is a spy? Is that what he’s saying? That can’t be right. My brain isn’t working.
Just go with it. He’s waiting for you to say something.
“Meaning this Declan kills people well.”
“Indeed. He’s the Leonardo da Vinci of killers. Utterly efficient, utterly ruthless. As evolved to kill without remorse as a crocodile.” Behind his wire-rimmed glasses and practiced demeanor of a friendly advertising executive, his gaze is a vulture’s. “So imagine my surprise when I found out about you.”
“I already told you guys. I don’t know a Declan. Thanks for the food, though. Will I be going back to my cage now?”
He waves a hand like I’m being ridiculous. “You’ve passed the test. No need to continue the charade.”
Sitting up is a struggle, but I eventually get there. “Test?”
“Did you think we’d le
