Hostile Force by Don Pendleton

Author:Don Pendleton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Worldwide Library
Published: 2012-12-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Tony Lowell had already flown in from New York and was settled in his London apartment, facing Corrigan from across the room.

“Christ, this a real mess,” he said.

“You know how we deal with messes. We clean them up and move on.”

“Not exactly happening at the moment.”

“We’ve come through worse. It’ll even out now we have Sorin’s sister.”

“Where is she now?” Lowell asked.

“Secure. On the boat.”

“Heard anything from our partners?”

“Markel is whining all the time. And Frasko’s been flexing his muscles—threatening to take over.”

“I’m getting some flak from them, as well. Jesus, I’m pissed off with the whole damn thing. Having to stall them while we try to get those files back from Sorin is not doing my ulcer any favors,” Lowell said.

“Which is why we need to concentrate on finding Sorin and getting that information back.”

“I’m on it.”

“Let’s face it. Up to now it hasn’t been entirely successful.”

“I admit we’ve had a couple of setbacks.”

“Jesus. Setbacks? Corrigan, I always like your sense of humor, but this ain’t no fuckin’ laughin’ matter. If this gets out, you and me both are going down the crapper big-time. We’ll have every one of those assholes gunning for us.”

“Mr. Lowell, have I ever let you down? I’ll get this sorted. My word on it. And when I give my word you know I’m good for it.”

Lowell leaned back in his leather chair. He snapped his fingers and the armed minder standing at the side of the expansive apartment lounge immediately came forward to offer his employer a large cigar. When the cigar was burning well, Lowell waved his free hand, the heavy gold rings on his fingers catching the light.

“You want a cigar?” he asked.

Corrigan shook his head.

“Mr. Lowell, they are going to want a meet—I can feel it coming. They’re starting to get real nervous. The Sorin thing was bad enough. Now we got this Yank in the mix. Bastard has caused us some aggravation and I don’t think he’s backing off anytime soon.”

“What sucks is this guy seems to be some kind of phantom,” Lowell said. “He comes and goes and no one can get a fuckin’ line on him. What about your OrgCrime inside man?”

“Nothing. It would seem this guy doesn’t have any connection with the task force.”

“We have to do something, Corrigan. Make sure all our sites are protected. I want this bastard’s head. And I want that goddam file Sorin has.”

“He’ll know by now we have his sister. And he’ll have figured out that handing that file over to the OrgCrime unit means she gets dead very quickly.” Corrigan smiled. “He’s not going to part with it anytime soon.”

Lowell bared his teeth in a hard sneer. “I wish I had your faith, Corrigan.”

* * *

BOLAN GRIPPED THE WHEEL of the SUV hard. He peered beyond the glare of the headlights, seeing Clair Sorin staring back at him. The image was so clear it caught him off guard and he had to ease off the gas pedal. He forced himself to see the road ahead.

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