Lee Child - Jack Reacher - 11 by Ruzaidi

Author:Ruzaidi [Ruzaidi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-16T23:32:19.137000+00:00

His boss asked: “ Al four of them?”

“ They’ re right here in front of me.”

“ Can you take them?”

“ I think so.”

“ So get it done. Don’ t wait for reinforcements. Get it done and get back here.”

The guy in the suit ended the cal and moved his car off the curb and swerved it across four lanes of traffic and stopped again in a side street outside a grocery that offered the cheapest cigarettes in town.

He climbed out and locked up and headed down the Strip, on foot, fast, with his right hand in his coat pocket.

Las Vegas had more hotel rooms per square inch than any other place on the planet, but Azhari Mahmoud wasn’ t in any of them. He was in a rented house in a suburb three miles from the Strip. The house had been leased two years ago for an operation that had been planned but not executed. It had been safe then, and it was safe now.

Mahmoud was in the kitchen, with the Yel ow Pages open on the counter. He was leafing through the truck rental section, trying to figure out how big a U-Haul he was going to need.

The Strip had a permanent redevelopment tide that slopped back and forth like water in a bathtub. Once upon a time the Riviera had anchored the glamour end. It had sparked investment that had raced down the street block by block. By the time the improvements had reached the other extremity, the stakes had been raised way high and the Riviera had suddenly looked old and dowdy by comparison with the newer stuff. So the investment had bounced right back again, racing block by block in the reverse direction. The result was a perpetual y moving block-long construction site that separated the brand-new stuff that had just been built from the slightly older stuff that was just about to be demolished again. The roadway and the sidewalks were being straightened as the work progressed. The new lanes continued uninterrupted.

The old route looped through rubble. The city felt briefly quiet and deserted there, like an uninhabited no man’ s land.

That uninhabited no man’ s land was exactly where the man in the blue suit came up behind his targets.

They were walking four abreast, slowly, like they had a place to go but al the time in the world to get there. Neagley was on the left, Reacher and then O’ Donnel were in the center, and Dixon was on the right. Close together, but not touching. Like a marching formation, across the whole width of the sidewalk.

Col ectively, they made a target maybe nine feet wide. It had been Neagley who had chosen the old sidewalk. She had fol owed it as if by arbitrary choice and the others had simply fol owed her.

The man in the suit took his gun out of his right-hand pocket. The gun was a Daewoo DP-51, made in South Korea, black, smal , il egal y obtained, unregistered, and untraceable.

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