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Chapters (37)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. FALLEN GUARDIAN
  5. HOMECOMING
  6. ASSIGNMENT
  7. ON THE HUNT
  8. A SURPRISE ENCOUNTER
  9. THE PUBLIC HAS AN INTEREST
  10. THE CREVICE
  11. CHANGE, MOVE, OR DIE
  12. ONE BEAUTIFUL BATTLEFIELD
  13. CANDY FOR A WHALE SHARK
  14. ON ICE
  15. THE CONFESSION CLUB
  16. TWO-MAN TEAM
  17. REUNION
  18. BLOODING A KRIEGER
  19. THE PURGE
  20. FLUKE
  21. YOU WERE THE GUN
  22. THE UNRAVELING
  23. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
  24. THERE’S ALWAYS A WHO
  25. THE NEW ORANGE
  26. UNARMED IN THE COMPANY OF KILLERS
  27. A DIFFERENT SET OF TEETH
  28. MARCHING ORDERS
  29. MISCHIEF REEF
  30. THE UNDERTAKER’S SON
  31. HERE LIES TOM KLAY
  32. A DEATH IN CAMELOT
  33. WE BURY THEM ONE AT A TIME
  34. HOME
  35. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  36. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  37. What’s next onyour reading list?

The story opened with an anecdote about the widow of a slain Mexican investigative journalist whose phones had been tapped by the Mexican government. The source for the surveillance technology was not Mexican, however. It was Perseus Group. Raynor’s story described a battle for supremacy for global strategic services taking place between Perseus Group and a Russian company called Amur Tactical Resources. The article suggested a personal rivalry between the companies’ CEOs. Klay had heard Dmitri Yurchenko’s name but knew him only as an oligarch tied to Putin. Yurchenko, Raynor wrote, was a traditional mercenary, interested in winning government and rebel group military contracts. Perseus Group was more sophisticated. “It’s not just about selling instruments of war for him [Krieger] anymore. It’s about risk attendant to conflict and the return he can get from manipulating both,” a former Perseus Group executive was quoted saying in the story. There was only brief mention of The Sovereign, listed as one of several recent high-profile media acquisitions, “. . . moves industry analysts consider part of an effort by Perseus to control its image by acquiring targeted media and entertainment properties.”

Klay logged in to Signal and sent Raynor a quick message. “Sorry to hear about your accident. These boys play rough. Overseas at moment. Let’s chat on return. Meantime, get well. You’re needed. Tom K.”

He drank a beer and finished his chicken. His fries had gone cold. When he first started traveling for The Sovereign, he’d eaten fearlessly, the more exotic the better. Late stage balut—duck embryo—the beak and feathers filling his mouth. Pig’s blood soup. Decomposed sardines recovered from a buried pot, served by a grinning ex-headhunter on Sarawak. Sometimes, he ate foods he abhorred in order to get into his targets: Tiger blood with a Siberian trader. Raw whale meat with a trafficker in Shizuoka. The hands of a Cameroonian gorilla he’d known by name. He vomited that last meal afterwards. It felt worse than cannibalism.