James
“What do you think?”
Michael raises brows. “Klempner?”
“Of course, Klempner. D’you think he’s alive?”
He scratches into his scalp. “With the kind of life he's led… leads… I suppose it was only a matter of time before he walked into one of these situations and didn’t walk out again.”
“I suppose. Still, it’s hard to imagine him going down with some half-crazed woman. I mean, drug barons, criminal overlords, yes. Experienced mercenaries or assassins… You can see how they might have outclassed him. But some half-c****d girl with a grudge? How could she have gotten the better of him?”
“That’s not really the question is it?”
“No?”
“No. The question is, how is Mitch handling it?”
Guilt clutches at me. “Not well.”
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