Chapter 43
“Jesus! You left him spread over the Tarmac?”
“I didn’t personally chop him up or anything. It was an accident.”
There was a pause as Carl considered. “Ironic, the way things work out considering he was trying to put Rhodes through the accident meat grinder himself.”
“I liked him,” Frank said, without thinking. “He just had his moral compass in the wrong place. I didn’t want to see him die that way,” he added, swapping the satellite phone to his other ear. He peered out through the farmhouse window across at the rolling Irish countryside. The briquettes needed bringing in, or the fire would die. It would be a right pain to get going again.
“Friends and enemies. There’s an indistinguishable blur between them in our business,”
Tell me about it, thought Frank, his previous fr
