Severance Kill (Martin Calvary Book 1) by Tim Stevens

Author:Tim Stevens [Stevens, Tim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: espionage thriller, james bond, assassination, conspiracy, james patterson, spy thriller, action adventure, Ian Fleming, ratcatcher, action thriller, Noir, violent thriller, kgb
Published: 2013-11-11T16:00:00+00:00

SEVENTEEN

The pain was like nothing Tamarkin had ever experienced before, as though a malevolent being within his leg was trying to eat its way out. For a bizarre moment his leg was raised above him, its red wetness spraying in the morning light, before his back crashed down and his leg followed with a jar. He was blinded, pierced through by agony.

Through the shimmering waves of screaming nausea he watched the woman, handling the gun as elegantly as a toddler with a monkey wrench, wave it shakily in his direction. Beyond, a man collapsed under Calvary’s shots. The young Blažek, Janos, was half-masking Calvary, a human shield.

Consciousness was ebbing. Tamarkin’s mind, detached from his body’s pain, did the calculations.

Either the woman or Calvary would kill him if he shot the other. And Calvary needed to remain alive for the time being.

Even if Tamarkin survived this encounter, Calvary was going to get away this time, and with Janos.

Janos might or might not know where Gaines was being held. If he did, and if he hadn’t yet told Calvary, Calvary would make him reveal what he knew.

Therefore, Janos had to die.

Krupina, dear old Darya Yaroslavovna, would have been moderately proud of him. He squeezed off one bad shot and two excellent ones, body shots because he didn’t have the focus and the acuity of vision right now to aim for the head. From the way Janos sagged and Calvary stepped aside, Tamarkin knew he’d done the job.

Calvary raised his gun. Tamarkin saw the muzzle flash.

The tide of blackness reared, a last wave, and engulfed him.

*

Bartos roared.

He punched at the dashboard of the car, cracking the walnut veneer, splintering the plastic of the stereo display. He hammered the side of his fist against the window, causing something to snap within the door of the car.

‘Let me out.’

‘Brother –’

‘Unlock the door.’

‘Bartos, listen –’

‘Open this fucking door now.’

‘Listen.’ Bartos wondered if Miklos was aware how close he was sailing, how narrow the margin between Bartos as he was now and Bartos with a gun in his hand, shooting down his own brother for daring to defy him. ‘Deniability. It’s your mantra. The first commandment. You can’t go anywhere near there. The men have to pull back. They can’t be seen around the parkhouse. Least of all can they be caught in there by the police.’

Bartos’s eyes blazed hate at his brother.

‘My son.’

‘Yes.’

‘My firstborn.’

‘I know, brother.’

‘The little shit. He thought he could take the bastard on.’

‘He had your courage.’

‘Bullshit.’ Bartos spat, not caring that he was in Miklos’s car. ‘He was a coward. He took this guy on because he was scared of me.’

‘Perhaps so, Bartos –’

Bartos pulled his phone out and dialled the Worm.

Four rings, and it cut to voicemail. No message, just a tone.

He was about to speak, then thought better of it. Who knew where the Russian was? Somebody else might have his phone in their hands.

‘I need to ditch this,’ said Bartos, holding his own phone up.

Deniability. It was why he personally couldn’t go anywhere near the parkhouse.

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