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Frustrated that he only had a few more minutes to bag Gentry before he’d be on a plane back to LA, he decided to ramp up the pressure.

He then transmitted to his own team. “Lion Actual to all Lions. Everybody pull in tight. If he’s here, he’s here, and if he’s not here, then it doesn’t matter.”

A minute later he saw the first of his men. Klerk and Van Straaten turned off the road to the alley from opposite directions. They then began walking idly up the slight rise towards the casino.

He watched them for a moment, then scanned all the windows in view. There were dozens, but his eyes kept returning to three windows on three different stories of the building down at the mouth of the alleyway that led to the casino. It was about seventy meters away, and the ground floor and first floor were the rear of a restaurant and nightclub.

Above the establishment, however, the windows were pitch-black.

To himself he said, Perfect sight line, close enough to see with binos, far enough away for a chance to escape and evade, and easy to get into with the activity of the patrons.

He nodded.

That’s where I’d be.

He lifted his radio to his ear. “Jonker. Duiker. What are your positions?”

A second later the reply came back. “This is Duiker. I’m two blocks north.”

“This is Jonker, sir. I’m a block east, in the north-south passage. You want us in tighter?”

“I want you both to go to the building with the club again. Go up to the second and third floors, check out any and all vantage points on my poz. Then go to the attic.”

“Right away,” Duiker replied, and then Jonker followed suit.

But Verdoorn wasn’t satisfied. “Loots. Back them up. Go to the employee entrance and stay outside, ready if anyone tries to leave.”

“Roger that,” Loots replied. “But be advised, I think I have two more men who don’t belong. Down by the canal on the south side of the passageway.”

“What are they doing?”

“Just walking around, taking pictures. I’m not buyin’ it.”

“Got it,” Verdoorn said. “Sounding more and more like Agency boys looking for their target. Avoid them.”

“Right, boss,” Loots replied.

Jaco Verdoorn peered through his Steiner binoculars at the windows, desperate to catch even the slightest sign of movement, still hopeful that the world’s greatest assassin was in the area.

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I’ve spent the last ten minutes thinking about calling Talyssa back, but I decide against it. She sounded like she knew what she was doing, although I can only hope she was playing a bit of theater when it seemed she was about to torture the man to get him to comply. She may have to in the end, but for her sake I hope she doesn’t do anything to him that’s going to haunt her in the future.

I return my thoughts to my own predicament just in time to notice two men strolling from opposite directions, then turning up the alleyway that leads up to the casino and the building where the auction is taking place. Neither of them looks particularly out of place, but the coincidence of them converging like this causes me to focus on them carefully.

Through the binos I try to make out weapons under their clothes, or shoes or boots or watches that look tactical, or commo gear secreted away.

I see nothing, but somehow my sonar for bad guys keeps pinging.

They aren’t Mala del Brenta, and they don’t have the look or feel of Italian mob.

And these guys aren’t Ground Branch, or I doubt they are, because even if Matt Hanley is involved with the Consortium, the Ground Branch guys aren’t, so there’s no way he’d send his paramilitaries straight into their hands. Nope, these guys are moving too close to the action to be CIA officers tasked with shanghaiing me back to D.C.

So then maybe these are the dudes I’ve been looking out for since Dubrovnik. Some sort of security force for the Consortium. They are here for me, and they were out of sight when they kept their distance, but now as these two men step into darkened alcoves on opposite sides of the street and light cigarettes, they’ve officially been made.

And I know there will be more than two of these fucks out here.

They are tightening the cordon, I guess, which could mean several different things. Maybe they saw the Ground Branch personnel, so they are bringing their men in thinking there will be less chance for an altercation. Maybe they are frustrated because they haven’t detected any signs of me, so they are recalling patrolling forces to create a tighter defense for the principal.

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