"Do you think if I let you go today, could you live?"
Song Heping posed a very serious question.
This caught Henry off guard.
Let himself go?
He really hadn't considered it.
The man before him had almost been killed by his own actions.
At the port in Eritrea, he was surrounded by military personnel, guns loaded and pointed at his head.
If they had found SA-9 missiles in the three containers at that time, he would have had no grave to be buried in.
Even if the law wouldn't sentence him to death, the DGSE would have used their influence in Eritrea to take his life.
Now to talk about letting himself go?
"I ..."
Henry immediately started to think rapidly about this question in his mind.
"Do you know why I killed him?"
Song Heping pointed to the spot on the ground where Hart had lain, still stained with a pool of blood and brain matter.
"I am never a bloodthirsty person, but what I'm about to discuss with you, he couldn't hear."
