Chapters (96)
- Cover
- Berkley titles by David Ricciardi
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- CHARACTER LIST
- PROLOGUE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- SEVENTY-FOUR
- SEVENTY-FIVE
- SEVENTY-SIX
- SEVENTY-SEVEN
- SEVENTY-EIGHT
- SEVENTY-NINE
- EIGHTY
- EIGHTY-ONE
- EIGHTY-TWO
- EIGHTY-THREE
- EIGHTY-FOUR
- EIGHTY-FIVE
- EIGHTY-SIX
- EIGHTY-SEVEN
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“Ask the nice men in the front of the airplane to turn it around . . . The Ground Branch team got hung up battling a group of insurgents and won’t be able to get to Mogadishu for a few more days, which means we won’t be able to get to Yaxaas, which means you need to head back to Greece and convince Ms. Romanos to stay away from INTERPOL, because if those idiots go to the Somali authorities and Yaxaas learns about it, he’s gone, and that absolutely, positively, cannot fucking happen.”
THIRTY-THREE
IT WAS JUST after five p.m. when the Gulfstream touched down in Athens. Jake had called ahead for another rental car, and he floored it as he left the airport. Graves might have rationalized the deaths of the twenty-three innocent crewmen to himself, but Jake knew CIA could have stopped it, and he saw it as his responsibility to tell Athena about the Symi face-to-face. By the time he reached her office building in Glyfada, most of the lights were off, but the silver Jaguar was still in its parking space.
He stopped in front of the main entrance and was headed for the security desk when Athena emerged from the elevator.
“You lied to me!” she yelled across the lobby.
The armed security guard stepped in front of her protectively. He had his hand on his holstered weapon.
She said something in Greek and the man stepped aside, but he kept his hand on his gun and glared at Jake.
Athena brushed by Jake and stormed out the front door without saying another word.
“Athena!” he said, once they were both on the street.
She stopped and turned around with fury in her eyes.
“We stopped getting position updates from the Symi six hours ago,” she said. “I deluded myself that they were just having communications issues, or maybe they were busy with bad weather, but then you showed up, and I knew.”
“I didn’t—”
“I trusted you. I believed the citadel would protect my men, but they’re all dead now, aren’t they? You sent them to their graves.”
She looked at her watch.
“Damn it!” She opened her car door. “I need to get home.”
“We need to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. You’ve wasted the lives of my crew. I’m calling INTERPOL and ending this lunacy.”
“Please let me explain.”
“Fine!” It was easier for her to say “yes” than to keep arguing, and she needed to take care of Giánnis.
She gunned the engine and chirped the tires as she turned south onto Poseidonos Avenue, the coastal road between Glyfada and Vouliagmeni. By the time Jake reached his rental car, the silver Jaguar was long gone, and he sped under the streetlights for several minutes without so much as catching a glimpse of the car.