Chapter One: Three Years LaterBlack coffee swirled in a sterile white porcelain cup. A man, whose real name was Trevelyan Brent but whose official name changed a lot stirred it some more, knowing it was by now lukewarm at best. He hadn't touched it yet, and he felt somewhat sad that he hadn't. They made some good coffee in the small café he was in. But he had to focus on having a strategic meeting with his... informant. He wasn't fond of these meetings, because they felt unnecessary considering he and his informant were always within talking distance, much to Brent's chagrin. He also didn't like how the meetings made him look absolutely bonkers to any passer-by if he wasn
PrologueMathieu Langlois gripped the steering wheel tighter. He was staying just a bit above the speed limit, the kind of bit that nobody cared about. He kept his eyes fixed on the road, and when he passed a police car it might have only taken a notice of him to compliment his even driving and the safe distance to the car in front of him. Still, he couldn't help the momentary spike of nervousness that sparked somewhere in the back of his mind. But he had no reason to worry, right? Mathieu Langlois had a clean record. He was a well-liked man, an unremarkable accountant who always took care of his paperwork on time. He always took care of everything on
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