“Alone at last.” The strange man smiled.
Folded within the concave chair, the shriveled old man shivered. Mastering himself, he tried a sly smile.
“But I am helpless,” he hissed. “What victory is there in killing an old man?”
“Killing you? Oh, I may get around to that, in the end.”
“Hehe, a pretty threat, but I know the people you’re working for. I doubt they’d look on your activities—”
“I doubt they’ll look on them at all.” He smiled. “I think they knew what they were doing when they offered me a ride, knew they’d never need to know.”
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