it was as if someone had a hook in his chest and was trying to lift him from the bed . the strangers voice was low and steady . i opened the door and she stood smiling wrapped in a fur coat and hat and holding a bottle of wine . why someone who loved peace so much could die so violently i dont know . once they turned him , they knew all that he knew . i was preparing myself not to like the answer . `` you could always apply to be his personal assistant . '' 