Fyn Alexander 3 Sins of the Father

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. Knock yourselves out.Looking more rotund than ever, Freddie attempted to fasten his expensive woolcoat over his stomach and then gave up, leaving it unbuttoned. Kael, tell Adam to stopfeeding me so well. He chuckled. I think it s got more to do with the amount you eat than what he serves, Kaelsaid.Fyn Alexander | Sins of the Father 191 Daddy! Holding Amelia in his arms, Angel gave him the raised-eyebrow lookthat always told him he had made a social gaffe. Don t worry about it, Angel, my boy. Freddie never took offense at anything. I m used to my old mate, and I love him to bits just as he is.He s never had any socialgraces. Sorry, Kael muttered. They ve had their bath, and now all they need is a bedtime snack and a story,Adam said. No probs, Angel told them.Freddie preceded his husband outside, calling over his shoulder, Help yourself tothe whisky, Kael.You might need it.In the messy kitchen where the children s dinner dishes were still piled up onthe counter beside the dishwasher Angel opened the fridge while Kael looked aroundat the disaster. They need to employ a housekeeper, Kael said. Dadda cleans the house, Zoe said. Do you know how old I am, Uncle Kael?He d forgotten. No. Six. She gazed at him.Confused as always by their behavior, Kael rememberedthat Freddie said the girls liked to be acknowledged and praised.Just like Angel. That s wonderful. He glanced at Angel, who smiled and nodded.So he d gotthat right.Amelia grabbed the knee of his jeans, pulling on it. I m five! No, you re not five till May! her sister said.Flying at her sister with her hand raised to slap her, Amelia screamed, I am five.Watching in horror, Kael stepped out of their way.Angel lunged forward andgrabbed Amelia s small hand. No, he said very firmly. We never hit our sister. Helooked up at Kael. Isn t that right, Uncle Kael?Fyn Alexander | Sins of the Father 192Kael had seen adults do that with kids before, refer to each other as Mummy andDaddy or Granny or something. Yes, that s right.Meekly the girls sat down at the table while Kael cleared away a stack of drawingsand a plastic box filled with wax crayons and colored pencils.Angel served the girlslittle tubs of fruit-flavored yogurt and Fig Newtons with a glass of milk each.Alreadyexhausted, Kael sat with them.Amelia crawled across the table with a biscuit and tried to feed it to Kael. Havesome, Uncle Kael. He opened his mouth and let her put it in. You ve got a very bigmouth, Uncle Kael.You took the whole biscuit in one bite. Not to be outdone, Zoebrought him another one that she insisted on putting straight into his mouth as well,and he ate that too.At last they were upstairs with Angel, brushing their teeth.Kael could hear thewater running freely and Angel s voice rising above it. That s enough toothpaste!In the untidy living room, Kael took a tumbler from the sideboard, removed a cathair from it, and poured a whisky.With relief he tossed it back and refilled it.What washe doing there? He should have stayed home, but Angel insisted the girls wanted to seehim, and they did seem to like him, even though he hardly spoke to them.Checking first for cat dander, he threw himself down in a comfortable chair,listening to the screams of laughter from upstairs.What the hell was so funny all thetime? Freddie and Adam were mad to want a life like this.The lovely house with itsstained-glass transom windows and polished wood floor was a disaster of scatteredtoys, spilled food, and cat hair.At his belt, the secure line mobile buzzed.Even beforehe opened the phone and pressed it to his ear, Kael knew what Conran wanted. What the hell have you done? The agitation in the whispered accusation wasevident. Hello, Conran, Kael said calmly. A man was found in a backstreet alley in Bermondsey, and you killed him.Fyn Alexander | Sins of the Father 193 I don t know what you re talking about.I m at Freddie s house with Angel.We re babysitting. The incongruity of an MI6 specialist operative spending an eveningbabysitting was amusing. This was a couple of days ago.For God s sake, convince me you didn t kill theman. Conran waited, and when Kael didn t reply, he said, The coroner says thevictim s jugular was slit with a blade about the size of a scalpel.I knew right away itwas you after you said the other day that you wanted a hit.Did you kill him? Yes. Kael swallowed a mouthful of whisky. What is wrong with you? Conran s agitation was so strong in his voice that Kaelcould picture his pale blue eyes bulging and the veins throbbing in his temples. Calm down, Stephen.You ll give yourself a heart attack. Have you done this before? Killed without sanction? Aside from Clement, Imean. The city is littered with my kills, Kael said impatiently.Who the hell did Conranthink he was, the fucking Yorkshire Ripper? Don t be an idiot.Of course I haven t. I can hardly believe this.I thought you had crossed the line when you werehaving sex with your targets before you killed them.But this! Did you pick himrandomly, or do you have a profile you like to go after. No! Kael shouted.Looking up the stairs through the double door archway, helowered his voice. I usually wait for you to tell me who to go after.What s the fuckingdifference, you stupid dick! The difference is that one is necessary and the other is gratuitous.I m bringingyou in for a psych assessment.I thought you had calmed down since Angel.Now Idon t know what the hell to make of you.The irony of a psych assessment drew a harsh laugh from Kael [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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