A Hit Man’s Work is Never Done…
The special investigator took in the appealing French countryside as the TGV sped south past Lyon. After receiving the encrypted message from a contact in Washington, he had arranged to meet his partner in Avignon. From there they would drive the forty-five minutes to Aix-en-Provence. He enjoyed the change of pace. It felt good to get out of Paris. Fresh air always seemed to improve his disposition.
As a hired investigator for some very wealthy people, and a trusted member of Société d’Angélique, he was often called in to follow up on every alarm the rich and powerful got wind of.
Sometimes he was brought in to clean up messes left by their goons, including bodies for disposal. Strangely, he no longer found this distasteful.
Excerpt from THE RED SERPENT