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"Your concern for my welfare comes a little late"

They stared at each other, green eyes locked on violet

"Elsa Koch, Bonny Parker and Lucretia Borgia," he said, "all could have taken lessons from you on how to kill friends and influence enemies"

"I had to do what I've done," she said faintly' "But I swear to you I have killed no one I was unwillingly pulled into the vortex by Oskar I never dreamed that his association with Kelly would lead to death for so many"

"You say you've killed no one"

"Yes

"You're lying"

She gazed at hi about?"

"You killed Kristjan Fyrie!"

She looked at hi, and her eyes-those lovely violet eyes-were dark with fear

"You can't asped

"Kristjan died on the Lax; he was burnedburned to death"

The time had come, Pitt told himself, to settle the account, balance the entries, tally the final score He leaned forward

"Kristjan Fyrie didn't die a fiery death on a ship in the North Atlantic-he died under a surgeon's scalpel on an operating table in Veracruz, Mexico"

Pitt let it sink in He took a couple of sips of his drink and lit a cigarette The words were not easy for hi