"About a week before the assassination." Harlequin gave Ryan a queer glance. "No, I didn’t kill him if that’s what you’re thinking. Oh, I’ve wanted to several times over the years, in flashes of anger. And this last time, when he challenged my methods of stopping the Enemy, implying that I took the easy way out. Believe me, I was supremely pissed at him. But even if I’d actually had the guts to try to kill him, I could never have pulled it off alone. I’m not strong enough."