smiled. The muzzle was against Zim’s forehead before he had time to react.
Zim’s eyes widened as the metal pressed against his skin.
Kent said, “As I mentioned, I wasn’t always a judge. I checked your file. You’ve been working for eleven years. Is that right?”
When Zim didn’t answer Kent pushed the muzzle harder against his face. “Is that right?’
“Yes.”
Kent nodded. “I pulled an even twenty. That was before they put a cap on time in the field to fifteen. I think people these days have gotten a little softer. I never even had decent night optics. Did four kills in the dead of night with a flashlight and a piece-of-shit Vietnam-era sniper rifle. But I still got the job done. And by the way, I never bragged about my kill total.”
Kent pulled the gun’s hammer back. “One more thing: did I mention that there was a test involved in your selection?”
“Test?” asked a bewildered Zim.
“If an old man could get the drop on you, I don’t think you’re much use to me. You’re not even qualified to wipe Robie’s or Reel’s ass. Which means this interview is officially over.”
Kent pulled the trigger, the gun fired, and the round destroyed Zim’s brain. He fell backward out of his chair.
Kent rose, wiped the blood blowback off his face with a handkerchief, and then holstered his gun.
He looked down at the body. “And for the record, I finished with sixty kills. There’s only one person out there with more. He’s old-school. Just like me. I never would’ve gotten the drop on him like I did you. Asshole.”
Kent walked out the door.
CHAPTER
51
REEL WAS STARING AT HER PHONE. On the screen was a familiar face, at least from a distance.
Will Robie looked back at her.
She knew she should have told him more during the standoff in Arkansas. But in truth she had been stunned to see him there. She had convinced herself that somehow the agency had been able to follow her and sent Robie in for the kill. That had rocked her, made any faith she had in him disappear. That faith had been restored when he hadn’t killed her, of course. But now she was afraid for him.
If the agency found out he had the shot but hadn’t taken it, Robie would be in serious jeopardy. And if she tried to communicate with him again and he agreed to work with her, something she had thought she wanted, then he would be in even graver danger. Killers would be sent after him. And he hadn’t prepared to go on the run like she had. As good as he was, he wouldn’t survive. They had too many resources.
I have to go this alone.
She pulled the white paper from her bag and read through it again.
Having now met Roy West, she would have hardly expected the man to be capable of piecing together a plan of such complexity. Unfortunately, his decision to plot mass murder against his fellow citizens to fuel his bizarre rage against the government was entirely in keeping with the essence of his white paper. It and he were insane.
And anyone who subscribed to what was in that paper was insane as well. And dangerous.
West was dead. He couldn’t harm anyone ever again. But there were others out there far better placed to execute the Armageddon outlined in his paper.
Country by country.
Leader by leader.
The perfect jigsaw puzzle.
If death and misery on a massive scale had a face, it could be West’s perverted masterpiece.
And then there was the unknown. The person who she felt certain had to be out there. The three levels above West. The top-top-secret clearance. The person who had wanted the paper. Who had wanted to know the master jigsaw puzzle.
Roger the Dodger. Who was he? Where was he? And what was he planning right now?
The attack against Janet DiCarlo was predictable, but Reel had never seen it coming until it was too late. DiCarlo was alive, but for how long? Reel would have loved to sit and talk with her old mentor. To find out what and how she had discovered something that had led to her nearly dying.
But that wasn’t possible. Reel had no idea where DiCarlo was. And she would be heavily guarded. And yet if the attack against her had come from the inside, how safe would she be wherever the woman was?
Reel looked down at her phone again. Should she chance it?
Without stopping to think about it anymore, she pecked the keys and the message was