Read The Perfect Human: An Abelard Chronicles Book Page 63

“That ungrateful pig, after all I’ve done for him,” Milly raged as he listened to the message which Shakespeare had recorded from a small bug he had planted in Abelard’s telephone. “Go immediately to Oliver’s and get me that sample. It’s probably in the freezer. And hurry!”

  “Get me Dona Maria Donatello,” he spoke calmly into the intercom.

  “Dona Maria, I am sorry about your father,” he lied, “and I would like you to know that I am still prepared to work with you…... Oh, forget about the misunderstanding…. Yes, he is still here and we are, so far, still buddies…. Yes, of course I trust you, but I do have this doomsday device, to replace the flimsy one which so badly fell apart when your men handled it and which I just can’t deactivate. It will send compromising e-mails to all the major newspapers and police departments who might care to know about The Society…. No, no, of course I can’t shut it down. That is the nature of a doomsday device, it tells the other party that absolutely nothing can stop massive and mutually destructive retaliation…. I’m sorry you feel that way but you shouldn’t worry since the only way the device can be set off is if something untoward happened to me and I’m in perfect health…. Yes, next week here in Montreal. See you then.”

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