“Vive le RoiThree to one, but I have the advantage of surprise.
Three to one, but I have the advantage of surprise.“Monsieur,” MacKim whispered from the shadow of the house. “Come here.”
All three men turned to face him. “Who’s that?” The tattooed man spoke with a hoarse voice. MacKim noticed the old scar on his throat and wondered if it had been a British bullet or the tomahawk of an Indian that had damaged his vocal cords.
“It’s me.” MacKim guessed that the Canadian was the most dangerous of the three. Get rid of him first, then the slender one. MacKim stared at Hitchins, remembering that day on the moor at Culloden. The face was so familiar, despite the bitter lines of age and hardship. Hitchins’ eyes were never still. They roved from side to side as if seeking redemption for a lifet
