LITMIR.BIZ

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best and the toughest survived. It was there that he’d first seen Pierce Fourtier. The man had given new meaning to the saying “splitting hairs.”

      “You wanted to see me.”

      “Come in and have a seat, Pierce. The killing has started. An agent was hit yesterday.”

      “An agent on the list?”

      “Yes.”

      “Where?”

      “In the Czech Republic. The market square at Brno. Alton Bromly, nine years at British Intelligence. Know him?”

      “No. How do we know it wasn’t random?”

      “It was a signature shot. One shot, right temple. Holic’s caliber. The point of entry wasn’t off even by a millimeter.”

      Pierce relaxed in the chair in front of Merrick’s desk. He was dressed in a brown T-shirt, jeans and a pair of alligator-leather Western boots. He had an unmistakable Southern accent, wore his black hair ultra-short, and his bayou-bred heritage on his sleeve.

      The Acadian was six-one, went two-twenty, and had lazy brown eyes that rarely expressed a fraction of what he was thinking. Those eyes had given him the nickname the Sleeper due to the unruffled dead calm that surrounded him in the midst of a crisis.

      It was rumored that the Sleeper was the son of a voodoo priest in Louisiana. But no one knew for sure. Pierce’s past was as mysterious as the little town of Le Mystère which he called home.

      “So what you’re saying is Holic Reznik handed the kill-file to an associate before we captured him in Austria?”

      “In Bjorn’s report he says Holic doesn’t believe in the buddy system. No partners. Holic doesn’t trust anyone. But it looks like he’s trusting someone.”

      “He’d have to if he wants to get the job done. He’s at Clume, and unless he’s got an inside contact to get him out of there, he’s not going anywhere.”

      “This confirms that the file we recovered is a rearranged version of the master. The bitch is, we have the names sanctioned for assassination, but we don’t have the correct dates, or the locations we need to stop it.”

      “So Bromly was on the rearranged kill-file we have.”

      “Yes. But not number one.”

      “Holic must have anticipated capture,” Pierce concluded.

      “I can’t believe he would allow that. Besides, in the report Bjorn filed, he states Holic had plenty of time to run.”

      “That’s true. He did. So the question is, why didn’t he?”

      “He had transportation out of the country, and yet he stayed on Glass Mountain until you and Bjorn got there.”

      “He believed his wife betrayed him. He hates Bjorn,” Pierce pointed out. “Health-wise, he was a mess, but he’s not used to losing.”

      “What are you saying? His pride kept him there? That doesn’t make sense. Why not just disappear to an island and plot revenge and enjoy his fat bank account while he recovered?”

      Pierce shrugged. “He’s a complicated bastard. His wife’s betrayal could have colored his judgment. He’s human after all. We did trick him. He never expected two more agents riding to the rescue. Bjorn’s impersonation plan worked. Holic never suspected that it wasn’t Bjorn and Nadja on the helicopter. He was fooled completely, all the way to the end. He might be locked up at Clume, but I don’t doubt he’s been busy inventing a new game.”

      “You don’t believe he allowed us to corner him on that mountain?”

      “No. I think he was outsmarted. But that doesn’t mean he’s ready to surrender even from behind bars.”

      “And the fake kill-file?”

      “Holic leaves nothing to chance. His spotless record proves that. Maybe a simple precautionary measure just in case.”

      Merrick felt a chill race up his spine. They were dealing with a madman. Holic was secured behind bars, but the kill-file was still out there in the hands of someone just as talented as the master.

      He watched as his agent rubbed his shoulder, and it reminded him that Pierce was slow to recover from one of the bullets he’d taken on Glass Mountain three months ago.

      “How’s the shoulder doing?”

      “It still gives me a little trouble now and then. But I’m good. Have you talked to Bjorn about Holic? Does he know the file he and Nadja recovered was a fake?”

      “Not yet. When he hears he’ll be back here on the next flight.”

      “And you don’t want that?”

      “Nadja’s pregnant. Right now she needs him more than I do.”

      “You getting soft, Merrick? A year ago you would have hauled his ass back here no matter what.”

      Merrick cleared his throat, not liking the way Pierce was eyeing him. “There’s more. I’ve spoken to Polax from EURO-Quest. He claims the Quest agent that Bjorn killed at Groffen was definitely working for the Chameleon. He believes that the body we’ve got on ice at the lab isn’t the Chameleon. He says the Chameleon didn’t die in Greece. That he’s still alive.”

      “Impossible.”

      “I agree. The Chameleon is dead. I need to believe that. But our experts haven’t been able to ID the body as the Chameleon. It keeps coming up as Pavvo Creon. But we know that’s not possible. He’s been dead for fifteen years. I have to tell you that I’ve been playing around with the idea that maybe Polax is right. Maybe we’re about to see the Chameleon rise from the dead.”

      “If he’s alive he could very well be the force behind Holic’s new game. But I’m still convinced that the Chameleon is dead.”

      “Yes, he’s dead. That has to be him lying on that slab. But there could be someone in his organization who is pulling Holic’s strings. We know that the Chameleon’s mobocracy is still running full-throttle across the country. We know that promises were made between him and Holic. Maybe Holic is now loyal to a new man. As you said, he takes his spotless record seriously. It’s true the kill-file originated with the Chameleon, but whoever has picked up the reins could still be influencing Holic’s actions.”

      “Enter in Holic’s love for money, and his equal contempt for us, and there you are,” Pierce added. “A binding relationship that even death won’t sever—or a change of rank at the top.”

      “The Chameleon’s dead,” Merrick said again.

      “I’m with you on that. I was there that day in Greece. I watched that yacht blow sky-high. We have his body at the morgue.”

      “A body with someone else’s face and matching blood type,” Merrick reminded.

      “We knew the Chameleon had had plastic surgery and taken Pavvo Creon’s face.

      “But his blood, too?” Merrick shook his head, then came out with the reason he’d asked Pierce to join him in his office. “Here’s the deal. I thought you might do the leg work on this one for me since Bjorn brought you in at the end, and you’re familiar with the mission’s details and its outcome. It’s not too physical or dangerous, both considerations since you’re still in recovery. Most of this work can be done from here, with minimal travel.”

      “Why not put Jacy on it? He was the controller for Bjorn. He knows the details, and probably has all the data meticulously filed for instant access. He’s the better man when it comes to details.”

      “I asked him, but he turned me down. He says he’s retiring from Onyxx.”

      “I don’t believe it. Give him a little more time. It’s not easy to shed a skin that fits, and this business fits him and his talents. As much as we would like to deny

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