That...was a possibility Abner hadn’t considered. And it worried him. The more people who knew his trigger, the more chance of something like this happening again. Maybe even happening to someone he liked.

“It wouldn’t be the first time they loaned me out,” he admitted. “I’m only supposed to be used for military operations, but some of my superiors don’t care about that.” They usually limited it to household chores and the occasional underground cage fight, though. Never unauthorized assassination. At least not that he could remember.

“The only reason someone would do that is if they knew I would recognize their voice, right? All that does is make the suspect list longer.” He sighed and shifted his increasingly numb legs into a more comfortable position—the questioning was going nowhere, and it was becoming obvious that he wasn’t either. “Sir, I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but...I’m sure you know more about Agent DePleur than I do. Is there anyone you think could’ve wanted him dead?”