Dead Eye by Mark Greaney

Author:Mark Greaney [Greaney, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Thrillers, General
ISBN: 9781101632499
Google: MXpAAQAAQBAJ
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 2013-12-03T06:00:00+00:00

THIRTY-ONE

Russ Whitlock had finished his bottle of champagne and his plate of cheeses, and now he stood on the fifth-floor balcony and looked out at the Friday night traffic of Nice grinding by on Boulevard Victor Hugo. A cool breeze blew through the buttons of his dress shirt and it, along with the alcohol, relaxed him into a state he had not felt in a long time.

The satisfaction that came from Gentry’s call gave him even more of a sense of repose right now. When this was all over, two weeks from now at the outside, only a few would have any idea what he had done, and those few would be disinclined to celebrate his act. No, he would not be famous, and he would not be a legend.

He lamented this for a second, standing there on the balcony, but then he smiled.

All famous assassins live a life on the run, just as Court Gentry did now.

And all legends are dead, just as Court Gentry would be when this was all over.

His phone rang, and he pulled it from his pocket and looked at it in the dim light. It was Townsend House.

He placed his earpiece in his ear. “Go.”

“Graveside.”

It was clearly Babbitt, but Russ kept to the protocol. “Proceed with iden.”

“Identity key eight, two, four, four, niner, seven, two, niner, three.”

“Dead Eye here. Four, eight, one, oh, six, oh, five, two, oh.”

“Iden confirmed. How are you feeling, Russell?”

“I’m recovering.”

“Good. Where are you?”

Russ knew he could not reveal he was in Nice. Instead he said, “Frankfurt.”

“Are you ready to get back to work?”

Not exactly. Russ turned on the balcony and began heading back into his room. He said, “Of course.”

“Head to Stockholm.”

Whitlock stopped suddenly. Huh? “Okay. Why?”

“We’ve identified the target. We have surveillance on him now.”

Fuck! A pause. “That’s good news,” Russ said, although it was anything but. “Where is he?”

“He’s rented a flat on Radmansgatan Street, right in the city center. Get into town and we’ll lead you in, unless we don’t need you there anymore by the time you make it.”

“What does that mean?”

“Jumper will act at first opportunity.”

“Jumper is on him now?” Shit. Shit. Shit!

“Negative, but they will be there within a few hours. He was ID’d by our UAV surveillance, and there is a small unit of Mossad officers keeping an overnight watch.”

Veins in Whitlock’s neck began to throb. “Wait. What? Mossad? How do you know Mossad is after the Gray Man?”

“We are liaising with a targeting team from their Collections Department.”

Whitlock’s jaw flexed now. He controlled his anger well enough to ask, “Why am I just now hearing about this?”

“I needed you to stand down after Tallinn. I told the signal room to cease all intel pushes to you for a few days so you didn’t throw yourself back into the mix before I thought it was safe or prudent for you to do so.”

Whitlock fought to keep his voice calm. “And what is Mossad’s interest in Gentry?”

“They received a tip that he accepted a contract to assassinate Ehud Kalb.

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