Assassin's Sons: [#4] A Special Operations Group Thriller by Stephen Templin

Author:Stephen Templin [Templin, Stephen]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2017-05-23T04:00:00+00:00

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A couple blocks away from Valentin’s apartment, Max and Tom sat on the floor of an apartment that Hank had rented. They finished a late bratwurst dinner with their dad while they ran surveillance. There was no furniture. A live audio feed into Valentin’s apartment played. “What movie is that?” Tom asked.

“Romeo and Juliet,” Max said.

Tom looked surprised. “You like to play the fool, but you’re smarter than you let on.”

Max understood tragedy and identified with it in the play. “I just like Shakespeare.”

The doorbell rang.

Hank rose, walked briskly to the door, and peered through the peephole. He opened it and invited a lady in. She was a blonde in her early thirties with a blissful aura about her. Hank closed the door. “This is Sophia, our interpreter.”

“Sophia, this is Max and Tom.”

“Hi,” she said.

Hank pointed to the receiving and recording equipment wired together on the floor and said, “Earlier Valentin and his girlfriend Emma had a heated discussion, but they quieted down.” He played back one of the audio recorders. Sophia translated.

“Vlad Ledouskikh is concerned about Commander al-Iraqi’s and Blade’s disappearance,” Emma said. “What happened?”

Valentin’s words came out tense: “Have you talked to anybody else about this?”

“No,” she said.

“You can’t talk about these things. Don’t even say Vlad’s name.”

“Yeah,” she said dismissively.

“I’m not joking. Where’d you hear these things?”

“You act like you don’t trust me.”

“Have you forgotten that I came home from work and caught you with another man?”

“He was my coworker, and since I quit the job, I didn’t see him anymore. Only did it because you’re never home. I was bored.”

“You know how stressful work was for me then.”

“What about now? If you want more than I can give, I understand. If you see someone else, I only ask that you don’t let me know. Just don’t leave me alone.”

“It’s not right.”

“For someone who uses numbers all day, you’re not logical. And you don’t invite me to any of your parties.”

“My clients have secrets, and I can’t involve you.”

“I’m bored,” she said. “Zurich or Munich would be better than here.”

“I’m searching, but they’re not hiring. I told you this before.” Footsteps walked away—maybe they were Valentin’s footsteps.

Somebody, probably Emma, played a movie.

Hank hit the stop button. “That’s all we have so far.”

Max picked up his phone and input a message. “I’ll text Park and see if he can give us something more on this Vlad dude.”

Tom reached over to his laptop and opened it. “I’ll do an Internet search.”

Hank put his hand on Max’s shoulder and said, “You better be careful with this Emma gal at lunch tomorrow.”

Max cleared his throat. “I can handle her.”

“She can handle you,” Tom said.

“I can handle her,” Max repeated.

“What were you two doing while I was bugging the apartment?” Tom asked. “You went off radio for about an hour.”

“English lessons,” Max said. “Mic problem.”

“Mmm,” Tom said.

“The sacrifices I make for my country,” Max said with fake seriousness.

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