Chasing Ivan: An Achilles Novella
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Europe's smartest criminal,
versus America's best spy.
And then there's poor emily,
stuck in between.
Rumor has it there's a Russian you can turn to if you're very rich, and need dirty deeds done without a trace. The CIA calls him Ivan the Ghost because he's operated for years without leaving a trail or revealing his face.
swing. The effect was as stark and immediate as flipping a light switch. He went from rigid to limp in a millisecond. I caught him and dumped him back behind his little podium while Jo looked on with wide eyes. “You were saying something about tactics and price?” she said. I shrugged. “He didn’t like my tactics, and so he paid the price.” “Will he be okay?” “He’ll be fine. Five hundred euros buys a lot of aspirin. Unfortunately, we’re now marked if anyone was watching. Let’s move.” We
air. Continuing around with my circular momentum, I attempted to place a crushing yoke strike against Handsome’s larynx. I was fast, but not fast enough. He snapped his head back in time to dodge the brunt of it. I pushed through with my planned combination, planting a powerful left cross on Pavel’s temple and sending him to dreamland with a headache that would reverberate for weeks. Dodging a kick from Handsome, I put myself between him and the door. The expression on his face told me he
one gets when the doctor looks up from the x-ray and says, “Bad news.” Chapter 19 JO FOUND herself completely entranced by the scene unfolding before her eyes. Her screaming calves and groaning shoulders had faded to background noise, so engrossing was the human drama unraveling on the deck below. A minute earlier, when Michael had closed the app to heighten Kian’s tension, she’d ripped away to alert Achilles of her findings. She had filled him in on Emily and Ivan’s location, along
pumps and gowns, lavish silky creations designed to parade augmented breasts and display ostentatious jewels. As for the men, they seemed to be evenly split, with half taking their fashion advice from the Robb Report, and the rest mimicking James Bond. Anxious to learn of Achilles’ progress and update him on Michael’s plan, Jo tried to key her ear mike and found that it wasn’t there. Merde! It must have popped out when she fell. Her stomach seemed to shrink as the ramifications set in. In an
you can be certain that he will too. Enjoy the rest of your life, Director.” Epilogue “EVEN AFTER my own experience, I still can’t believe Michael shot you,” Emily said. “He was such a gentleman.” Jo had just exchanged her hospital gown for her civilian clothes and was finally headed for the door when Emily surprised her. She’d walked right into her room, accompanied by a doctor whose lab coat read Lawrence Danton, M.D. Jo had assumed that Emily was back in London, having heard that