“Give it up, Quinn. You don’t have a chance,” Mercer demanded as he popped out from around the end of the car, his gun trained on the place he thought Quinn would be.
But Quinn had used the noise of the rain as cover and had moved along the front of the car, stopping a few inches shy of the corner. When Mercer came into view, Quinn was much closer than the other man expected.
“I don’t think so,” Quinn said as he pulled the trigger.
Mercer twisted to his right just enough so that the bullet caught him in his shoulder instead of his heart. He yelled out in pain and fell to the ground, his gun landing with a thud on the wet gravel a few feet away. Still in survival mode, he tried to grab at it, but Quinn kicked it out of reach.
“You keep moving like that, you’re going to bleed to death,” Quinn said, pointing the gun at him.
“What are you waiting for?” Palavin shouted toward the backup cars from his crouched position behind the car door. “Take them out!”
The sound of weapons being drawn and slides being pulled back could be heard by everyone, even in the rain. But no triggers were pulled.
Quinn moved around the door until he could see the Ghost, then pointed his gun at him. “I’m sorry,” he said, acting embarrassed. “Did you think those were
The blood drained from the Ghost’s face as he turned to look behind him.
There were eight men, each with guns trained on the former KGB agent. On Quinn’s earlier command, Nova and his men had “dropped the hammer” on the Ghost’s backup cars, then procured the vehicles for themselves.
Orlando stepped out from the bushes near the pond, adding a ninth gun to the mix.
Quinn motioned for her to get Liz, then he pulled Palavin to his feet.
“You can’t kill me,” Palavin said. “I’m under the protection of MI6. If anything happens to me, they’ll hunt you down and make you pay.”
“Really? That’s what you’re counting on? Some tenuous, outdated relationship with British intelligence?” Quinn smiled, then leaned in close. “Who do you think gave me your phone number? MI6 is done with you.”
Palavin’s face turned red. “You won’t kill me and you know it.”
Behind him, Quinn could hear two sets of footsteps approaching on the wet driveway.
“You’re right. I won’t. I don’t need to.” He glanced over his shoulder. Petra and Mikhail were now standing behind him. “My friends here might have other ideas, though.”
Petra said something in Russian, and though Quinn wouldn’t have thought it was possible, Palavin went even paler.
“You can’t leave me with them,” the old man said.
“Is it Ghost? Or Mr. Ghost?” Quinn asked.
The old man could only stare at Quinn, his lip trembling.
“Well, Mr. Ghost. No one
“I HAVE PEOPLE WHO ARE GOING TO BE LOOKING for me.” Mercer said as he was being led toward the van, his shoulder patched up enough to stop the bleeding.
“We both know that’s not true,” Quinn said. “No one cares about you. And even if someone did, they’d never find you.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means you’re going on a trip.”
“What trip?”
Quinn turned to Petra.
“I’m very pleased to meet the man who killed my friend,” she said to Mercer.
“Now, wait a minute. Hold on. I was only doing—”
“Enough,” Petra told him. She motioned to Mikhail, and he slipped a gag over Mercer’s mouth. “You’ll be coming with us. We have a boat waiting that will take us home to Russia. It’s beautiful there, but you probably won’t be able to see much. We’ve already planned on one trial for your employer.” She nodded toward the van, where they had already loaded the Ghost. “It won’t be much trouble to have two. You can speak all you want then.”
Once he was loaded inside the van and the doors were shut, Mikhail held out his hand to Quinn. “I never thought this day would come,” he said. “Thank you.”
Quinn shook it and said, “Be safe.”
Petra was not interested in handshakes. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Quinn. “We would have never succeeded without you.”
“I hope this puts some of your demons to rest,” he said.
“Some,” she admitted as she let him go. “But it will never bring Andrei back. It will never bring any of them back.”
A few moments later, Petra, Mikhail, and a contingent of Nova’s men set off in the van for a boat moored at Ramsgate Harbour on the coast. From there it would be a nice, slow cruise to St. Petersburg.
