Ice Cold Kill by Jake Striker

Author:Jake Striker
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Jake Striker Books
Published: 2020-06-05T04:00:00+00:00

5

Russian Hill, San Francisco

Twenty minutes later

I reached Presidio Street and parked. I quit the Jeep and set off on foot.

I was approaching Vito LaBrava's opulent mansion.

As I moved I palmed my Nightstalker goggles. I slid the goggles over my eyes and switched them on.

Again the darkness turned into a red-lit twilight. Again the swirling fog looked like weightless flowing blood.

I covered fifty more paces and loitered by a sycamore tree. I scanned the estate's wrought-iron entry gate.

I found no evidence of enemy patrols. There was no sign of lurking hitmen.

If there was any danger it was beyond visual range.

I angled toward the mansion's six-foot stone privacy wall. I drew a sharp breath and scaled the barrier with nimble motions.

There were no metal spikes or coils of razor wire to stop me.

I crouched atop the wall and palmed my ultrasonic whistle. I blew the whistle three times in rapid succession.

No dogs barked or charged.

I pulled my Uzi. I fitted its suppressor and checked its load.

The subgun was ready for action.

I drew another breath and dropped inside LaBrava's compound.

I landed on spongy grass and hit another crouch. I brought the Uzi up and swept for opposition.

No troops appeared. No gun muzzles flashed.

My infiltration was proceeding smoothly.

Yeah. Too smoothly.

An icy tremor told me something was about to go badly wrong.

I shut down the dismal notion and kept scanning. Through the fog I spotted hulking shapes.

The shapes were massive stone lions.

I counted six in total along the estate's gravel driveway. They were ten feet tall and cut from black volcanic rock.

I could not resist a sneer.

The lions were a symbol of LaBrava's ego and sense of power. He believed he was the fiercest cat in the jungle.

But he was wrong. Dead wrong.

I kicked off toward the looming house. It was a sprawling Spanish Colonial design.

It boasted scarlet barrel tile and cream-painted stucco.

I pressed on. I used trees and tall shrubs for cover.

After fifty yards I reached the mansion's east corner. I slid into deep shadow and dropped low.

I let my combat senses probe for any sign I had been discovered. I found none.

All right.

I peered up at the house and studied a large balcony. It overlooked a gravel courtyard.

Its sliding glass door gave access to LaBrava's private office.

Assuming my intel was correct.

I hoped so. I was counting on it.

I had to scale a wrought-iron trellis and gain the balcony. Then I would crack the door and charge inside the house.

It would be a loud and crude invasion. Granted.

But I was short on time and I needed to snag my target ASAP. That called for speed versus stealth.

I had to find LaBrava and pin him. Fast.

I shoved off and reached the trellis. I grasped the first rung and started climbing.

Another cold tremor ran down my spine. If I was discovered now I was doomed.

It would be a simple job for gunmen to snipe me from below.

I gritted my teeth and kept going. Ivy leaves scratched along my arms and legs.

No one was shooting. There were no warning shouts.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.