Nice Day For A Funeral.

So It's A Coincidence. Just Like You Said. Two Rich Parents With Two Rich Kids At The Same School. They're Both Killed In Accidents. Why Are You So Interested?" "because I Don't Like Coincidence," Blunt Replied. "in Fact, I Don't Believe In Coincidence. Where Some People See Coincidence, I See Conspiracy. That's My Job.

You're Trying To Tell Me That Everything You've Done Is For A Good Cause. You Think That All This Killing Is Worth It Because Of The Results. I'm Not Sure I Agree. Lots Of People Work For Charity; Lots Of People Want To Change The World. But They Don't Have To Behave Like You.

He Had Followed The Trail Left By A Dead Man. It Was Only Now That He Realized It Might Lead Only To A Grave.

Statues Lined The Stairs And Stood, Dotted Across The Roof. But They Had Been Brutalized By Time And The Weather. Some Were Missing Arms. Many Had No Faces. Once They Had Been Saints And Angels. Two Hundred Years Standing In London Had Turned Them Into Cripples.

I Have A Couple Of Questions," He Said. "do, Please, Go Ahead." "my First One Is For Yassen Gregorovich." He Turned To The Russian. "why Are You Working For This Lunatic?" "i Sometimes Think That I Was Richer When I Was Eight Years Old Than Most People Will Be In Their Lifetime!" "do We Have To Listen To This?" Alex Asked.