At All Costs (The Volya Series Book 3) by J. Robert Kinney

Author:J. Robert Kinney [Kinney, J. Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2022-10-03T16:00:00+00:00

Franklin awoke the next morning in pain. Nothing sharp or acute, but his entire body ached. He rolled over to notice that Silas had laid out a couple more of those pills on a side table and he greedily gobbled them down. He’d skipped a shower the previous night, so took a quick one after rolling out of bed, then threw on a polo, stepped into a pair of blue jeans, and shrugged on a sweatshirt which had lain folded in a nearby chair.

He exited the bedroom to sounds of Silas in the kitchen. He popped a couple bagels into the toaster and they sat at a small, round kitchen table for breakfast.

“What are you doing here?” Franklin finally asked. The bagel was simple, but it reminded him of home, for some reason, and he devoured it. “You said you were following someone. Who?”

Silas gobbled a chunk of bagel slathered in cream cheese, then cleared his throat. “I’m tracking someone known as Mercury.”

“The arms dealer? Something something al-Rashid?”

Silas eyed Franklin with a curious twinkle in his eye. “You know about al-Rashid?” This wasn’t the rude, cold, sardonic Silas that Franklin remembered. He seemed… changed? Almost friendly, even. There was something else too. As Silas tilted his head, a few strands of hair drifted off his forehead, revealing a large scar near the hairline above his right eye. It had fully healed, but still slightly raised; the swelling hadn’t fully abated yet.

That’s new, Franklin noticed. He never used to have that. I wonder what happened.

“Sloan knows him,” Franklin explained, choosing not to ask about the scar and adding details about al-Rashid’s presence at Congressman Hartwell’s campaign speech. “We had just finished talking with one of his contacts in Amman about al-Rashid when…” He shook his head, then lowered his voice. “When we were attacked.”

“Intriguing,” Silas said, nodding. “I’m impressed, Frankie. You’ve really grown. There was a time when I believed you were entirely incompetent, you know?”

Franklin grumbled under his breath and rolled his eyes. Ah, there’s the Silas I remember…

“I mean, you were a borderline adequate grifter, a solid driver… but what you and Jacob have accomplished is impressive indeed.”

“What do you know about al-Rashid?” Franklin asked, changing the subject away from himself.

“As you know, he goes by Mercury these days. He’s an arms dealer and financier of extremists around the world. Made quite a name for himself over the last couple decades. But he’s also a ghost. In the past year, he’s only been seen three times and only briefly, identified after the fact off security feeds. Your sighting in DC was one of them, though I’m surprised the two of you managed an ID without the facial recog software the intel community uses. It took the FBI a month to recognize him without that massive beard covering half his face.”

“I guess al-Rashid was part of a mission back when Sloan worked as a field agent,” Franklin mumbled through the final bite of his bagel before chasing it with a gulp of pulpy orange juice.

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