To the outside world, the logic was damning. To ensure Julian Vance—the "Scoundrel"—could ascend to power, Arthur de Molay had been willing to sacrifice Inspector Maurice Vaugirard, a man who had served him with brutal efficiency for years.
Arthur was acutely aware of the whispers. He knew that in the drafty hallways of 83 Avenue Foch, he was now seen as the architect of Vaugirard’s demise. He had only informed the Inspector of the real route to Fresnes Prison at the eleventh hour. From a forensic perspective, only the Director himself could have leaked the location in time for an SOE ambush.
The timing is too perfect, Arthur thought, his jaw tight. My nephew-in-law joins the Intelligence Section, and forty-eight hours later, the Section Chief is dead.
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