"If I wanted to do that, it would only be because I wanted to run away myself, but I came back, didn't I?"
Schulman sharply changed the subject: "Instead of suspecting me, you should consider whether you've exposed yourselves somehow, like buying too much food, or not going to work and keeping a low profile, or perhaps phone tapping. Have you heard of Prism Gate? The FBI has been listening to your calls."
The guy in charge fell silent.
"Makes sense."
"Thank you for having a brain!"
The guy in charge then added, "You seem quite professional, Schulman."
"Just know a bit."
"Well, then, let us and the Divine Envoy stay at your place. You could solve a lot of problems."
Schulman's face went pale: "Damn it! What are you talking about, I have a family!"
"They can stay somewhere else, can't they? It's decided then."
Schulman felt like killing again.
But he knew he had to stay calm.
He had to think of a way to kill them all at once to eliminate the threat.
