Chapter 49
Mr. Kandinsky opened the door to the confessional and helped me onto a wooden chair. Albert's face was full of apprehension.
“I will be all right; why don’t you take care of our friend that has been following us since we left Paris? He is probably lonely.” I grab Mr. Kandinsky left hand as he started to leave. “Please Mr. Kandinsky, don't kill him, he is not part of our plan.”
Mr. Kandinsky shook his head in agreement and shut the confessional door.
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