'What?' Handy asked himself, his brain trying to catch up with itself. 'What does he mean...' Then the memory came to him, about Jacques and what he had told him about Blueblood's duplicity. "Son of a bitch..." Handy whispered. "That Francophone tosser actually came through." A small smile graced his lips despite the jackhammer boring into the interior of his head. The stallion had turned back to the door he had come from, only to see it close, dooming him.