Malcolm Ferrier
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TROUBLESHOOTER by Malcolm Ferrier EPILOGUE “Once Stevens was told that Richards' security pass
had been traced back to him, he caved and confessed everything,” said Blake.
“If you hadn’t made that connection from the targets you found at Richards'
compound, Stevens would have gotten away with it. As things are, as soon as
he’s out of the hospital he’ll be on his way to prison.” Jack and Blake were standing by a railing overlooking
False Creek. The huge silver dome of Science World rose up behind them. “He was planning a coup,” continued Blake. “Once
Premier Stewart was out of the way, as second in line for party leadership
Stevens was ready to seize control. He thought that as a heroic survivor of an
assassin’s bullet he'd easily get the Premier’s seat. I think he had his eye
on the Prime Minister’s position.” “The best laid plans,” said Jack. “I still can’t help
but feel for Richards. What he went through I wouldn't wish on anyone. I hope
he's found some peace.” “He’s going to be buried with his family on Galiano.
What a tragedy.” “At least it’s over,” said Jack. “So what now?” “I think I need a break. Take a vacation somewhere.
Just not Galiano.” Jack shook Blake’s hand and started to walk away. “Hey, Jack,” said Blake. Jack turned. “What?” “We’ll see you soon.”