“It was coincidence.”
“I don’t believe you, and even if that were true, it still would make your resume very impressive.”
“I don’t want to find another Clip.”
“I can understand. What more could you hope to get with it? You don’t care about fame. You’ve got money. You don’t appear to seek universal happiness—as I understand it, anyway. But, clearly, there’s something…or, should I say, someone…that you do want.”
His pulse beat even faster.
“I’ll be honest with you, Mr. Ranglen. I don’t know where Mileen Oltrepi is. I wish I did know, for I’d find her, hold a knife to her throat and threaten you with slicing her…just to have control of you. If I ever do find her that’s probably what I’ll do. But I don’t think I’ll have to.”
And then, at that very unfortunate moment, Ranglen’s cellpad ma
