“At the same time, pounding feet are rushing up from below and I wonder if it’s Frank, and if so, what his face will reveal when he sees that it’s me. I hope he’s not too disappointed. I round the next bend just as an armed Russian comes into view on the stairs below. He raises his gun before I can reach the Beretta, and I know he’s going to shoot despite my hands reaching for the sky in a sign of surrender. His trigger finger whitens in the moment before his right eye implodes a...nd the back of his skull is smeared across the wall. I only hear the gunshot’s echo, no louder than a cough, after I watch him die. It came from behind me. As I turn, Pinch reaches underneath my coat and removes the Beretta. He’s holding a silenced pistol in one hand as he pockets the Beretta and hands me a lemon-scented disinfectant wet wipe.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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