Aleksandr Tsarnaev glared at Nasrin from the passenger’s seat, gagged with gauze bandages, and bound to the seat. He still appeared woozy from the blow to the head she’d given him. He growled something through the gag, chewing uselessly to try and separate the gauze
(Prologue) Tomorrow we shall meet, Death and I -. And he shall thrust his sword Into one who is wide awake. -Dag Hammarskjold — “Give me one.” “Leave me alone.” “Come on, Lucretia, just one.” “Are you fucking deaf?” The kid made a grab for
“Fuck!” Rachel pulled her thumb into her mouth, then grimaced at the taste of blood and machine lubricant. She lay back and glared up at the Albatross drone, suspended between two chairs to facilitate easier access to its electronic circuitry. Like everything inside it, the
Of the establishments in which he had stakes, Renoir Karzai most preferred the Cafe Perdu. It was a misnomer, since it had never served coffee, but the atmosphere was almost pleasant by end-of-the-world standards. It occupied a waterfront corner in the Market District, commanding a
It was always something to watch Sergei commit himself to full physical combat. Vikram was aware that sparring partners had always been somewhat elusive for his companion. It wasn’t until the Vory had begun his formal training that he’d acquired some real experience against skilled
“You’ve got that look.” For a moment Delaware didn’t seem to hear her, so deep was his concentration. Julia Ortiz followed his gaze out to the western horizon, which was now no more than a strip of bright blue, left behind by a dull sunset.