Do what? Kill me? Then my blood would be on your hands-more than it already is-as well as that of your four dear friends. Because you, frater, are responsible for all this. You know it. You made me what I am." "I made you nothing." "Well said! Well said!" A dry, almost desiccated laugh came over the tiny speaker. Listening,
( Douglas Preston )
[ Dance of Death ]
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