Montefort seethed, “I’ll destroy you.”

Lefleur almost smiled, “Your itinerary and tickets are in the glove box. Uncle Chaz…I mean, Vice Director Hassle says to enjoy your new unaccompanied posting in Bogata.”

“Cute, very cute.” That wasn’t something Lefleur heard directed at him very often. “Suppose I go. I’ll just come back as I wish.”

“CSB has been notified, for now just about your wife’s…condition. But Sariah will have a counselor, case manager, and psychiatrist. What do you suppose she’ll tell them? And if you return?”

With a light chuckle, Montefort fetched his papers, “Impressive. Ah well, I suppose there’s plenty to do in Columbia. You know, for a second there I thought you were going to pummel me.”

“I haven’t ruled it out.”

Silence reigned within the small car. Brooding and lethal intent simmered within both men. Ways and means were considered. Unspoken relish was taken.

In the end, one man left, bound for foreign soil. And the other drove away, bound to be alone.