MR03 Separation of Power by Vince Flynn

Author:Vince Flynn
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Espionage
ISBN: 9780743468978
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Ltd
Published: 2009-06-29T23:00:00+00:00

Rapp didn't bother asking if they were dead. "Are you hit?"

Donatella nodded.

"Where?"

"My shoulder."

Rapp could tell by her posture that the wound was more than a graze. His mind was scrambling to prioritize what had to be done. A gunshot wound was serious business. They would have to get a doctor, and not just any doctor. They'd need one on the payroll. One who wouldn't report it to the authorities. The first thing he had to do though, was secure the man he'd dragged up from the car. With one hand still on the guy's shirt collar, Rapp flipped his gun in the air and caught it by the barrel. He then swung it, smashing the grip into the back left side of the man's head. His knees went limp and Rapp lowered his unconscious body to the floor.

Stepping over him, Rapp knelt down in front of Donatella. "Are you hit anywhere else?" he asked incredulously as he looked at all the blood on her chin and neck.

"No. This is his." She jerked her head toward Rosenthals body "I bit his ear during the struggle."

Rapp started peeling back her jacket so he could get a look at the wound. Donatella winced in pain. Rapp asked, "Any idea who these goons belong to?"

"No."

After he'd eased the jacket off her shoulder, he found the bullet hole in her shirt and tore it open so he could inspect the wound. He quickly realized by the size of it that he was looking at an exit wound. His other hand slid around the back and felt for the entry wound. He found it with his forefinger and was pleased that there was very little blood coming from it. "What would you say if I told you I think they're Israelis?"

"I'd tell you you're crazy."

"Well, the one I dragged up here, when I jumped him ... he swore in Hebrew. And then when I pulled him out of the car he spoke in Italian."

"What does that prove?"

"I don't know. Why don't you tell me?" While Donatella thought about it, Rapp continued to check her shoulder. He tried to calculate the trajectory of the bullet and announced, "It passed clean through, which of course is good, but I think it did some pretty bad damage."

"I'd say," muttered Donatella as another wave of pain washed over her.

"Where's your first-aid kit?"

"In my bedroom closet. Top shelf, right side."

Before leaving the room, Rapp yanked the cord off the nearest lamp and then tied the wrists of the man he'd knocked out. "I'll be right back."

Donatella watched Rapp go down the hall to her bedroom. When he was gone she whispered several swear words to herself and looked at the bodies on the floor. It was a big deal that Rapp had heard the man swear in Hebrew. Donatella didn't recognize any of them, but they were Mossad. They were personal recruits of Ben Freidman. She'd seen the type before. As Donatella linked things together, she saw that she was painted into a very tight corner.

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