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“She wasn’t angry at you,” I said to the shooter.
The guy looked the tiniest bit relieved, though he kept glancing back and forth between us like he was hoping one of us would tell the other to let him go.
“What do you want to do?” I asked her.
Rachel looked at me – and a devious smile crept onto her face.
“I have an idea,” she said, then looked down at the Scotsman. “Do you want to live?”
“Fuck yes!”
“Then do exactly as I say.”
169
Alistair
Istared at the television in my office. It was wall-to-wall coverage of the shooting at the Mandarin Oriental two hours ago –
But no word about any fatalities. Not even any injuries.
GODDAMN IT!
Callum was my best independent contractor in the UK. He wasn’t nearly as good as British Special Forces or my field agents in MI6, but he usually got the job done.
How the fuck could he have missed?!
If Lars had still been working for me, I thought with gallows humor, he would have made the shot.
Too bad I couldn’t hire him to kill himself.
Then another thought crossed my mind:
Rachel would have made the shot, too… if the target had been anybody but Lars.
Pain stabbed my heart at the thought of her.
I wasn’t sure whether it came from grief or hatred.
It was dark outside my office. The day staff had gone home, and the much smaller night shift was settling into their watch.
I thought about what I should do now that Callum had fucked up.
I was a bundle of nerves –
I needed a drink –
Suddenly, my burner phone rang – the one I’d gotten specifically for tonight.
I answered and snapped, “What the fuck happened?!”
“He’s dead,” the Scotsman said.
The news nearly bowled me over with shock.
“…he is?”
“Yup.”
