“I can’t say with any certainty, but I feel in my gut there was more to that old bastard than we know and his death could be the first domino to fall in what could be a convoluted row of them. Just like us, do we really think there was only one of him?” 

“If we’re going to go where I think you’re heading, I’m going to need another drink,” Berkleigh moaned as she motioned for the bottle with her left hand. Grimaldi complied, filling her glass once again. 

“What do we know about Van Nostrand? Really know about him? He was a Nazi, he became obsessed with bringing the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse into being, he’s got reach and means beyond anyone I’ve ever known. Wi...

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