Jack Ryan Post-Clancy 06 - True Faith and Allegiance by Mark Greaney

Author:Mark Greaney [Greaney, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9780399176814
Published: 2016-08-15T04:22:28+00:00

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A dara Sherman pulled a baseball cap out of her shoulder bag as she headed north on South Columbus, and it was a good thing, too, because her target passed just fifty feet in front of her. He glanced her way, but she had been purposefully walking along right next to a man about her age pushing a baby stroller with a five-year-old boy in tow, and she turned to the boy just as her target glanced at her.

“How old is your adorable sister?”

The boy looked up at the lady who had just spoken to him, then to his dad. “How old is Mary, Daddy?”

The father smiled at the good-looking woman in the ball cap. “Just turned six months.”

“She’s a doll.” Adara looked back to the boy. “I bet you take good care of her, don’t you?”

The little boy beamed and assured the nice lady that he did, and the dad made a moment’s more conversation.

The target had passed by on King Street by now, and Adara felt confident that the white-haired man with The Washington Post had dismissed the family of four from having any part in a surveillance detail.

Midas was still in Adara’s earpiece, and he’d heard every word. “Either you just did all that for OPSEC, or you are using this exercise as an excuse to pick up dudes with baggage.”

Adara fought a smile as she slipped off her ball cap and made a left on King Street, falling in behind her target. “Which seems more likely?”

Midas joked, “I guess I won’t tell Dominic . . . this time.”

“That’s good of you. I’m seventy-five feet behind him and on the south side of the street. He’s on the north. Moving slowly. I’ll soften up, give him some more room.”

Midas said, “I’ll stay on his side, two hundred feet back but ready to close quick if necessary.”

“Roger.”

—

C hakir and Mehdi walked shoulder to shoulder through a thick group of tourists standing on the corner, both keeping their eyes on their target, wondering where the hell the man was going. Seconds later he slipped into a coffee shop, and the two men from Detroit stopped walking, then stood at the corner, facing King Street like they were waiting to cross at the light.

The crossing signal turned green, however, and neither man moved.

—

A cross the street and fifty feet ahead of the men, Adara Sherman stopped and began looking through the window of an upscale antiques store that had not yet opened for business. She wanted to check her immediate surroundings for anyone standing close by, using the reflections to do so, before reporting in to Midas that the target had stopped. But before she spoke, Midas’s voice came into her ear.

“Uh . . . Adara? I think Mr. C. might have thrown us a curveball.”

Adara found herself free of anyone who might overhear her conversation. “What’s going on?”

“Not one hundred percent sure, but I might have a couple dudes tailing you .”

The blonde fought the urge to look behind her.

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