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seventies in Europe. The Cold War. He was with a different agency back then. So
was I, for that matter..."
"That's the job, John. How well do you really know him?"
"Well, I'd trust him with my life or anyone else's. Does that answer your
question?"
With a trace of hesitation, Mandi said, "Almost. What do you think of his
ability to recover almost instantly after something like what just happened? Do
you think that's normal?"
John stopped and leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed and a
thoughtful look on his face.
"It is for Cade," he said. "Why all the questions, Mandi? Has he done
anything or said anything to you that..?"
Shaking her head, Mandi hurriedly said, "No, nothing like that. He's been a
perfect gentleman around me. To me. No problems there. But I watched him kill
that man in the lobby, John. A few minutes later his system was completely back
to normal, as if nothing had happened."
Grinning, John said, "Oh, I wouldn't say that..."
"I would," she cut in. "His heartbeat was seventy-six. Respiration normal.
How? Why?"
With a sense of being pinned like a bug, John answered, "That's just Cade,
Mandi.
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