Prologue The mission on the island of Mallorca, located just off the coast of Spain in the Mediterranean, was concluded. A lot of nothing had happened, at least from a perceived observational conclusion by both Dave White, my assigned partner, and I. I’d killed a...
David White stared at me, his expression one of initial shock wearing toward unwilling acceptance. Watching him make up his mind was an exercise in patience, but also a participation in entertainment. I waited for him to move. Movement meant life. Movement meant...
The Fletcher coasted to a complete stop in the middle of the estuary pond. Dave got hold of the poles and set them so they’d protrude out over the water, both on the hull facing away from the estate. I unlimbered the rifle from its leather case below the edge of the...