by P. W. Child
“Indeed,” Purdue sighed.
They watched the members of the primary litigation team enter the room.
“Oh, there is the head of MI6, my boss.” Paddy pointed towards the Chief of the Secret Intelligence Service. “His name is Joe Carter, thirty-year veteran of the SIS.”
Purdue's heart stopped. Under the pointed finger of Special Agent Smith was a familiar face he hoped he would never see again. His hand was bandaged, the exact hand Mother had sent a bullet through.
“Jesus Christ,” Purdue muttered, sinking his head as his ears started ringing.
“Are you okay, David?” Patrick asked.
Purdue looked up at the walking nightmare in the posh suit. Joe Carter is Joseph Karsten! No wonder MI6 was trying to confiscate my house! He is in charge of it all!
This was war. Purdue felt furious, cheated, and had a bone to pick, but he was not going to act on it now. He was going to make peace with the right people and clean his slate. Then he was going to adamantly follow Miss Earle's advice. He was going to use his enemy's hand to catch the snake.
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