Brady Hawk Box Set by R J Patterson

Author:R J Patterson [Patterson, R J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: action, Thriller, adventure
ISBN: 9781938848865
Publisher: Green E-Books
Published: 2017-02-17T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 19

ONCE HE ARRIVED HOME, Blunt wasted no time in retreating to his study and pouring himself a glass of scotch. It’d been a long day, one he wished to forget quickly. But as much as he wanted to erase it from his memory, he couldn’t.

He settled into his favorite chair and threw his head back, exhaling and hoping for a better tomorrow.

It can’t be any worse than today, can it?

Just as he’d started to unwind, his encrypted phone rang.

What is it now?

He got up and wandered over to his desk, ripping out the charging cord from the phone.

He recognized the number. It was Thor's.

“Yeah,” Blunt answered.

“I’m calling you with an update.”

“What happened? Is it done? I’m watching the news and haven’t seen a thing.”

“No,” Thor snapped. “Your intel was wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

“What I mean is that I found Jepsen, identified him, posed as a hotel employee delivering room service to him, slipped him the drug—and he died of a heart attack hours later.”

“So, what’s the problem?”

“It wasn’t Jepsen.”

Blunt took another much-needed long pull on his drink. “What do you mean, it wasn’t Jepsen?”

“Whoever had a heart attack was a body double for Jepsen.” Thor took a deep breath and exhaled. “It was almost as if he was surgically altered to look like him.”

“You were sure it was him?”

“Sure as I’ve ever been.”

“So how do you know it wasn’t?”

“When I returned to the kitchen, I heard one of the other employees talking about how he’d just come back from the Prime Minister’s room. Someone either tipped them off or knew of our operation in advance.”

“So, what’s going on now?”

“Jepsen’s cavalcade just left for his speech that he’s scheduled to make here in Vienna in a couple of hours. They’re having some kind of breakfast for diplomats before he speaks. What do you want me to do?”

Blunt finished off his glass of scotch and got up to pour himself another.

“Senator?”

“Just hang tight. I’ll be in touch.”

Blunt hung up and slammed his phone down on his desk. He drained the entire glass of scotch before slinging it across the room and letting out a string of expletives.

Without hesitating, he shuffled toward his window and drew the blinds.

He was wrong.

His day could—and did—get much worse.

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