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until the fall of the communists. Kuchin received orders directly from the Kremlin to do all in his power to crush any
     opposition. While his superiors largely reaped the historical credit, he became, in essence, the man in the field who would
     keep Kiev in line with Moscow. And he very nearly succeeded.”
    “How?” asked Whit.
    In answer Mallory opened his file folder and motioned for the others to do the same. “Read the first report and then look
     at the series of pictures accompanying it. If that doesn’t answer your query I’m afraid nothing will suffice.”
    For several long minutes the room was silent, except for a few gasps whenever someone encountered the photos. Reggie finally
     closed the folder, her hand shaking a bit as she did so. She had faced many monsters that stood on two legs, and yet their
     depth of pure evil still managed to astonish and even unnerve her at times. She was afraid that if the day came when it didn’t,
     she would have lost all trace of her humanity. Some days she worried she already had.
    “His own version of the Holodomor,” commented Whit in a subdued voice. “Only he used aerial poisons, toxins placed into water
     supplies, and thousands of people at a time forced into pits where they were burned alive. The foul bastard.”
    “And Kuchin carried out the sterilization of thousands of young girls,” added Reggie in a hushed tone, the spiderweb of lines
     around her eyes deepening as she said this. “So they could never bear males who might fight against the Soviets.”
    Mallory tapped the file. “On top of a hundred other such atrocities. As is often the case with cunning men like this, Kuchin
     saw the fall coming long before his superiors. He falsified his death and fled to Asia, from there to Australia, and then
     on to Canada, where he built a new life with forged documents and a charisma that managed to conceal his underlying sadistic
     nature. The world thinks he’s a legitimate and highly successful businessman, instead of the mass murderer and war criminal
     that he actually is. It took three full years to piece this file together.”
    “And where is he now?” asked Reggie, her gaze holding on one photo she’d slipped from the file. It depicted the remains of
     an unearthed mass grave where the skeletons were small because they were all children.
    Mallory puffed his pipe to life and a pungent cloud of smoke rose above his head. “This summer he will be traveling on holiday
     to Provence—to the village of Gordes, to be more specific.”
    “Then I wonder what it will feel like,” said Reggie to no one in particular.
    “What will what feel like, Reg?” asked Whit curiously.
    She looked once more at the photo of the small bones. “To die in such a beautiful place as Provence, of course.”

CHAPTER

    7
    T HE LONG MEETING had ended, the morning had given way to dusk, but Reggie still had work to do. She slipped outside of the dilapidated mansion
     and took a few moments to study the grounds in the dwindling light. Ever since the headquarters of Miles Mallory’s organization
     had been established here, Reggie had read up on the history of the place. Originally a feudal castle had stood on the footprint
     where the mansion did now. The surrounding lands had been the fiefdom of the wealthy lord of the manor, who ruled his people
     encased in a suit of armor, ready at a moment’s notice to cleave in a skull or two if necessary with his battle-axe.
    Later, the castle had fallen and in its place the mansion had risen. The fiefdoms had dissolved and the squires had replaced
     armor and mace with the threat of debtor’s prison if the farmers renting their lands did not pay their bills. The property
     had remained in the same family for many generations, finally descending to distant cousins of the original owners whose income
     had never approached the level necessary to maintain the estate. During the two World Wars, Harrowsfield—Reggie had never
     discovered