The Fourth Horseman: A Kirk McGarvey Novel by David Hagberg

Author:David Hagberg [Hagberg, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Thrillers, Espionage, Action & Adventure
ISBN: 9781466814349
Google: fjBBCgAAQBAJ
Amazon: 076537000X
Publisher: Forge Books
Published: 2016-02-23T06:00:00+00:00

THIRTY-EIGHT

McGarvey lowered the pistol. “I told you to stay away from me.”

“Saying something like that to a journalist hot on a story is like throwing petrol on an open fire,” Judith said. She stood flatfooted, her eyes wide, her mouth half open. She looked vulnerable.

In the not-too-far distance they heard sirens. She looked over her shoulder. “Someone must have reported this. We have to get out of here.”

McGarvey stuck the pistol in his belt under his jacket. He turned one of the bodies over and came up with a wallet in the man’s back pocket. The ISI card, with its wreath and crescent moon emblem, and the service’s motto, “Faith, Unity Discipline,” identified the officer as Kaleem Babar. The other ISI officer was Raza Davi.

“ISI?” Judith asked.

“Yes,” McGarvey said.

The sirens were a lot closer. “The stupid bastards left their keys in the Fiat. And unless you know the city better than I do, I’ll drive. But right now, the last place you want to be is in an interrogation cell in Rawalpindi.”

McGarvey followed her through the tobacconist’s shop to the narrow street where the yellow Fiat was parked, its engine idling. No one was in the immediate vicinity, though traffic one block away seemed to be flowing normally.

Within a minute Judith had driven to the corner and tucked behind a three-wheeled truck and other traffic heading in the opposite direction of the Aiwan. The day was bright and hot, the air polluted with a combination of dust, charcoal smoke and something else with a pungent smell.

The ISI had always been in firm control of the government here, and if something, anything happened that displeased the military intelligence service it reacted. In McGarvey’s estimation a few pointed remarks from an American journalist rated an expulsion order. But the two ISI officers who had followed him into the dead-end corridor had been ordered to kill him, not arrest him. And the main problem at the moment was staying alive until the Messiah showed up and then somehow getting close enough to put a bullet in his brain.

Ambassador Powers was at the U.S. embassy, and Prime Minister Rajput was at his post. Both of them primary movers and shakers. If anyone knew when the Messiah would show, and where, they would.

“You’re not just another blogger,” Judith said. She was driving them out of the diplomatic sector, the traffic even heavier here. Mopeds competed with cars and with trucks and buses of all sizes, no one obeying traffic laws or the white-gloved cops standing at busier intersections.

Again McGarvey got the strong impression that the country—or at least the capital—was at peace with itself. The riots of just a few days ago were completely forgotten, and if anyone was making any noise about the nuclear event in the northwest, it was below the background level of business as usual.

“Those guys were trained intelligence officers. Taking you out should have been easy as pie. But you disarmed one of them and killed them both without a moment’s hesitation.

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