‘It’s not as simple as that,’ said Shepherd. He reached into his jacket pocket and took out a black cylindrical suppressor, a professional job that bore little resemblance to the one that Tomasz had built in the Athena’s workshop but which was several times more efficient. Any shot, even in the confined space, would sound no louder than a muffled thud. He screwed it into the barrel of the Glock, then pulled the trigger and shot her in the chest, just below the heart. She gasped, put a hand up to the wound, which was pulsing with blood, then raised it to her face and stared in disbelief at the bloody palm. Then she sighed and fell sideways.

Shepherd stood up and went over to her. Bloody froth appeared at her lips and her eyes widened in panic. Her mouth began to move but no sound came out, just froth, redder and more liquid with each movement of her lips.

She was seconds away from dying, she knew it and Shepherd knew it. But it wasn’t about time, it was about certainty, about making sure, so Shepherd shot her again, once in the heart and finally between her disbelieving green eyes.

The Major was waiting for him outside.

‘It’s done,’ said Shepherd, climbing into the car.

‘It needed to be done,’ said the Major.

Shepherd nodded. ‘Thank you. Thanks for everything, yeah? For saving Liam and Katra, and for . . .’ He left the sentence unfinished.

‘No need for thanks, Spider. We’re beyond that.’

Shepherd took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He felt different, but he wasn’t sure in what way he’d changed. He’d crossed a line, he knew that, but it was a line that needed to be crossed. ‘She deserved it,’ he said.

‘Bloody right she did,’ said the Major. ‘Don’t give her another thought.’ He put the car in gear and drove away from the kerb. ‘She was fair game.’

Shepherd nodded, but he knew it wouldn’t be that easy. He’d shot a woman in the heart and the head, a woman who had been no immediate threat to him. He wasn’t particularly worried about what he’d done, or what the repercussions might be. What worried him most was that he didn’t feel in the least bit guilty about killing her and he knew that his life would never be the same.

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