325 Edge of Hell by Don Pendleton

Author:Don Pendleton
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

MACK BOLAN OPENED his eyes and sat up, shrugging against the cold that stuck to him past the gate of dreams. Melissa Dean was standing over him, holding a cup. “How long was I out?” he asked. “An hour. I figured you needed the rest,” she answered, sitting across from him. Bolan took a sip. It was a sweet, extremely strong coffee. His eyes blinked awake almost instantly. He remembered being given the opportunity to rest in the break room at Homicide South’s offices while the Metropolitan Police checked out their reasons for being out of their normal jurisdiction without consulting the locals. From the look on Kevin Goh’s face, the hostility that would have been in place in a U.S. jurisdictional conflict wasn’t happening. Things were going smoothly. “How much?” Dean asked. Bolan switched to looking at her. “How much what?” “How much does it hurt? This can’t be all of it,” she mentioned. “I’m still able to walk, I’m still able to talk. I can think…when does it all hit you?” “I can’t answer that. But I do know—when it first happened—there were times when I was absolutely paralyzed with pain.” “What did you do?” “I focused on making sure nobody ever hurt like I did again.” Dean looked at the floor. “That didn’t work out.”

Bolan sipped the coffee. He wanted was the caffeine coursing through his blood and kicking him back into action. “I’m sorry, Melissa.” “I’ll live,” Dean responded. “If not, I’m taking some bastards with me.” “Don’t talk like that,” Goh spoke up. “We’re going to solve this, and we’re going to walk away from it in one piece.” “That’s my goal,” Bolan told him. “I have enough guilt on my hands with old friends and partners dying. I don’t need a new one.” “Enough morbid thought,” Goh stated. “I have news from Dr. Randman. Two big chunks of important news. The X-ray problems were due to radioactive residue left in the woman’s body—” Bolan interrupted. “They couldn’t get a good image, that meant overexposed film. Overexposed film means some form of radioactive residue. And that’s how they tracked this woman.” Goh was stunned. “Tracked her?” “She had a small scar where something was inserted into her,” Dean said. “But radioactive…” “Low yield. We’re not talking an ingot of weapons-grade plutonium. More like a pellet of stuff that shouldn’t be more radioactive than the night-sights on your average SWAT pistol,” Bolan explained. “But even that much is enough to be picked up by sensitive equipment.”

“Why would they need to track her?” Dean asked. “This is confusing. All of this, the SAS-trained killers, women butchered, all for what?” “A newspaper editor was found dead in a hotel about two blocks from where the woman was found in the alley,” Goh stated. “A newspaper editor?” Dean asked. “The Clarion Cry,” Goh added. “That’s a radical newspaper. They’re always exposing some kind of government conspiracy, whether it’s kickbacks for farms underproducing food, or it’s the transcript from Princess Diana’s final audio journals,” Dean explained to Bolan.

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