Chapter 71
The train started to pull out of the station as Mr. Kandinsky rolled my wheelchair safely onto the train. The cabin was dark and lonely place as I quietly mourned the passing of a friend.
I confronted Mr. Kandinsky’s about murdering the innocent priest. My scornful look on my face expressed my deepest regret in allowing Albert to kill my friend.
“I am sorry, sir,” Kandinsky demanded as his hate filled eyes glared back at me. “The priest deserved to die. Many times, you said that the priest deserved to die for his sins.”
“Yes, I did, but how could you kill the one man that helped you in your darkest moment?”
Albert’s mind was full of confusion and frustration as he uttered, “Murdering the priest was always part of our plan.”
I scrutinize Albert’s wisdom in killing the priest as the train chugged along towards the Geneva international airport.