Chapter 067
The voice coming through the phone was beyond furious. "Paul Mans, I trusted you, and you send someone to kill me? My ex-wife is your sister, you piece of..." The rest dissolved into something that couldn't be printed in any language, a sustained, inventive stream of profanity that said everything about the state of Philip's composure and nothing useful about the tactical situation. Paul was lying flat across the driver's seat with the phone held at arm's length, his cheek pressed against the center console, waiting it out. He had learned long ago that the only productive response to Philip in this particular register was silence. When he heard the breathing on the other end finally hitch, he brought the phone back to his ear. "Philip," he said quietly, "this man is not someone you want
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