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he was every minute.
Then he spotted the two men approaching from oppo¬site sides of the square. The suits that 写真共有サイト didn't quite fit, the trudging gait. Why must they always look like the stupid, brutal party hacks they are, he thought bitterly. The in¬competent bastards.
Who betrayed me? Was it Novosty? Did he do this, to get them off his trail?
So be it. First I'll kill her, and then I kill him.
Seething, he pulled his body erect while his right hand plunged for the snap on the holster at his belt. Simple. He'd just shoot her on the spot, then make a run for it. Through the cafe, out the back. They wouldn't dare start anything here, in the middle of Athens, that would cause an international "incident." The snap was open. He thumbed up the leather flap and realized the holster was empty.
The crash. It must have jarred loose. His new Walther automatic had been incinerated, along with the Audi. His life began to flash before his eyes. Make a run for it, he heard his mind saying, comman¬deer the first taxi, any taxi. He shoved back from the table, sending his chair clattering across the patched sidewalk.
She reached into her leather purse, now lying atop the table, next to his coffee. He heard the click of a safety sliding off. "Don't be impetuous, Viktor Fedorovich. You've been such a good boy this last week, showing us the sights. The perfect tour guide. But now your little vacation is over. We must talk."
"About what?"
She smiled. "Whatever you think we need to hear."
"I don't know anything." He could feel the cold sweat on his palms.
"Viktor Fedorovich." She brushed at her auburn hair as she continued in Russian. "You have the most valuable commodity in the world, knowledge. That makes you even richer than you think you are now."
They didn't try to kill me this morning, he suddenly realized. It was Alex they were— Is he planning to double- cross everybody? No, that's insane. He'd never get away with it. He has to deliver the payment.
KGB wants me alive, he thought with a wave of relief. They think I'm the one who
Then he spotted the two men approaching from oppo¬site sides of the square. The suits that 写真共有サイト didn't quite fit, the trudging gait. Why must they always look like the stupid, brutal party hacks they are, he thought bitterly. The in¬competent bastards.
Who betrayed me? Was it Novosty? Did he do this, to get them off his trail?
So be it. First I'll kill her, and then I kill him.
Seething, he pulled his body erect while his right hand plunged for the snap on the holster at his belt. Simple. He'd just shoot her on the spot, then make a run for it. Through the cafe, out the back. They wouldn't dare start anything here, in the middle of Athens, that would cause an international "incident." The snap was open. He thumbed up the leather flap and realized the holster was empty.
The crash. It must have jarred loose. His new Walther automatic had been incinerated, along with the Audi. His life began to flash before his eyes. Make a run for it, he heard his mind saying, comman¬deer the first taxi, any taxi. He shoved back from the table, sending his chair clattering across the patched sidewalk.
She reached into her leather purse, now lying atop the table, next to his coffee. He heard the click of a safety sliding off. "Don't be impetuous, Viktor Fedorovich. You've been such a good boy this last week, showing us the sights. The perfect tour guide. But now your little vacation is over. We must talk."
"About what?"
She smiled. "Whatever you think we need to hear."
"I don't know anything." He could feel the cold sweat on his palms.
"Viktor Fedorovich." She brushed at her auburn hair as she continued in Russian. "You have the most valuable commodity in the world, knowledge. That makes you even richer than you think you are now."
They didn't try to kill me this morning, he suddenly realized. It was Alex they were— Is he planning to double- cross everybody? No, that's insane. He'd never get away with it. He has to deliver the payment.
KGB wants me alive, he thought with a wave of relief. They think I'm the one who