Francesco nodded. “I wish that he hadn’t. I wish that it had been someone else who pulled the trigger. It would be easier for me, I think, if he had simply been taken. But no, I don’t believe in elaborate conspiracy theories, Mr. Lang. I will say this, though: that godforsaken university is to blame.”
“How so?” Tony asked.
“How so?” Francesco repeated, injecting a mocking sneer. “Hand. It was that bastard Hand. He forced Simon out. He threatened to ruin him. He said ‘go away quietly or your reputation will be tarnished.’ He….do you know why I returned to this area, Mr. Lang?”
“No, why?”
“So I may have the satisfaction, hopefully one day soon, of being around when that horrible man dies.”
“I don’t understand,” Tony said. “Why did the chancellor do this to your husband? He was the university’s biggest star.”

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