Hard Kill (A Jon Reznick Thriller)
J B Turner
A senior American safeguard adviser is lacking, presumed abducted for his top-level army intelligence. FBI Assistant Director Martha Meyerstein must song him down earlier than categorised details will get into the incorrect arms. She wishes Jon Reznick on board.
The former black-ops murderer is meant to be on holiday together with his daughter, but if Meyerstein calls, it doesn’t pay to maintain her ready. Her elite workforce is confident that the lacking diplomat’s services within the Persian Gulf issues to an Iranian terrorist telephone, yet Reznick isn’t so yes. His intestine intuition tells him they’re all unsuitable. by no means one to play by means of the foundations, he unearths himself operating on my own, following a lead that everybody else has brushed aside. yet to Reznick, the suspect turns out a bit too clean…
When the staff comes lower than assault, the abduction is uncovered as a part of a much broader conspiracy, one way more harmful than Meyerstein feared. not anything and no-one is safe—and simply Jon Reznick stands among nationwide safeguard and a crusade of exceptional terror.
Revised version: This variation of Hard Kill contains editorial revisions.
Adrenaline surge via his physique. He screwed up his eyes as he went via gears. He stuck sight of them as he observed an indication for Grand significant expressway. The Nissan took a difficult correct; a Buick lower in on his lane and he screeched to a close to halt because the SUV with Kendrick disappeared into the gap. “What the fuck you doing?” Reznick shouted on the wide-eyed driving force of the Buick as he sped away, tires screeching because the rubber attempted to get traction. The lighting fixtures of the chopper have been at the pursued vehicle.
drugs within the first position. He began to examine the fellow no longer as a fastidious work out freak, yet as a clean-living health practitioner. For the 1st time, he felt undesirable for invading his house. The earpiece crackled into lifestyles. “Jon, get the hell out of there.” “What? i have not complete yet.” “You have now. Kendrick has simply left the sanatorium on foot.” “You kidding me? He’s merely been long gone a bit while.” “Get out of there! Now!” Reznick climbed up the steps and out of the basement, shutting the hatch.
His eyes for a second, racking his mind for the best phrases to claim. “There’s anything in regards to the man surroundings alarm bells ringing in my head. I don’t imagine we should always enable him out of our sight. and that i don’t imagine digital surveillance can disguise all of the bases.” “I’ve made my place transparent, Jon.” “If you will want your workforce again, nice, get them again. yet i need to stick. I’ll do it on my own.” an extended silence unfolded among them. ultimately, Meyerstein spoke. “Jon, I don’t want this simply now.” Her.
Disappearance. “Ordinarily, we might have issued an all-points bulletin in the first 4 hours of the disappearance, placed out flyers. yet that used to be now not applicable as a result. The media could have got a carry of it and that’s the very last thing we need.” She grew to become to Stamper. “OK, Roy, i do know it’s early days, yet what’s the latest?” Stamper picked up a handheld remote control in entrance of his papers and clicked a swap. a tremendous colour photograph seemed at the plasma monitors. It confirmed a fifty-something.
Graffiti on doorways and partitions, expletives too many to contemplate. It used to be as much as ten after which towards 11. each one step, senses switched on. Edging nearer. yet in the direction of what? He was once within the sector. whatever wasn’t correct. The silence was once undesirable. He sensed Morales used to be in difficulty. He became onto the touchdown for 11. His mind despatched the sign however it short-circuited for a cut up moment. mendacity sprawled at the flooring contained in the elevator door was once a Hispanic guy, blood pouring from a wound to the neck. It used to be.