The Fourth Gunman by John Lansing

Author:John Lansing
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pocket Star Books/Karen Hunter Publishing

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“Everything else is good to go,” Trent said from the cabin of the catamaran. “No hitches. Roxy thinks we’re better off just booking a cabin for two nights on the Queen Mary. Less complicated, fewer moving parts.

“The only potential storm front is the PI.” He looked up at Roxy, who was impatiently listening to one side of the conversation.

“Give me the phone,” she demanded. Trent waved her off. Roxy’s hand snaked out like a cobra, grabbed the throwaway cell from Trent, and turned her back on him.

“The clock is ticking, Sukarno, we need this handled. And I don’t mean next week. That might be too late, and I don’t know about you, but I’m not keen on spending the rest of my life in a military prison because Bertolino thinks he fucking knows it all. I need to be assured we’re on the same page.”

“Bertolino is now my problem,” Sukarno assured. “Your performance has been beyond reproach, and I don’t want you worried at this stage in the game. Everything will go accordingly, and the result will be historic.”

“Okay,” Roxy said, nodding and catching Trent’s angry gaze.

“Let me get off the phone and make plans,” Sukarno said, his voice sugary.

“And throw the burner away,” she said, not appeased by his manipulating tone of voice. “A new phone every day until D-day.”

“Let me speak to Trent.” The goodwill spent.

Roxy handed the phone to Trent and poured a glass of chardonnay.

“So we’re good?” Trent said.

“If you’re man enough to handle your woman. She’s on edge, and we need total concentration. There’s no room for histrionics. Send me the information you have on Bertolino, car, license plate, address, family, everything. I’ll take care of things on my end, you keep your house clean.”

“We’re spotless, Sukarno. Let me know when it’s done.” And Trent clicked off.

“Really?” Trent said. “You rip the phone out of my hands when I’m doing business?”

“It took you too long to make your point. Jesus, you make me crazy sometimes.”

“Women don’t talk to powerful Indonesian men that way. They don’t like it,” he spat out in a snarky staccato.

“Fuck Sukarno, and fuck you,” she fired back. “I’m more man than both of you. So, suck it up. Sukarno wouldn’t have a clue if it weren’t for us. Anyone can write a check. We’ve proved ourselves in the field. It’s time for Sukarno to man up.”

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