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Chapters (61)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Chapter Forty-Two
  44. Chapter Forty-Three
  45. Chapter Forty-Four
  46. Chapter Forty-Five
  47. Chapter Forty-Six
  48. Chapter Forty-Seven
  49. Chapter Forty-Eight
  50. Chapter Forty-Nine
  51. Chapter Fifty
  52. Chapter Fifty-One
  53. Chapter Fifty-Two
  54. Chapter Fifty-Three
  55. Chapter Fifty-Four
  56. Chapter Fifty-Five
  57. Chapter Fifty-Six
  58. Epilogue
  59. Author’s Note
  60. Acknowledgements
  61. About the Author

Paz thought for a second and then hit the keys. Three days’ time.

Again, there was a long delay before the next reply came.

Highly unlikely. Where would it need to be delivered to?

Buenos Aires.

Where specifically?

Outside the front of the federal courthouse in Morón.

The next reply didn’t come for fifteen minutes, and Paz feared his job offer was about to be declined.

The time frame is highly irregular, as is the delivery location. Therefore the cost of the medal will be twice as high as usual.

Paz winced as he read the demand.

Give me ten minutes.

Paz reached for his burner phone and sent off a short text to Franklin: we’re on, but due to the short notice it will cost double.

The reply was almost instant.

Proceed. I’ll make the appropriate arrangements.

Two minutes later, Franklin wired four million dollars to Theodor Consultants and Paz immediately transferred fifty per cent to a numbered account in Liechtenstein.

During the ten-minute gap in the exchange with Paz, the man known as The Ghost looked up from his Mac and stared out through the windows of his penthouse. Below him, stretched the glorious sands of Copacabana Beach. A stunning view he never tired of. He played his usual game of spotting and then scoring some of the bikini-clad Brazilian beauties playing volleyball on the beach.

He returned to his laptop and used the mouse to zoom in on the map grid displaying the street layout within a one-mile radius of the federal courthouse in Morón. He took his time clicking through the little red balloons representing various city landmarks. He was only interested in those that had a direct line of sight to the courthouse and were at least ten floors high. It didn’t take him long to identify the perfect location. The government hospital was just under a thousand metres away from the courthouse and stood fifteen storeys high.

He flicked onto Google Earth and, within seconds, he was surveying the layout of the hospital roof. Other than housing a number of huge air-con units, it was a wide open space and he identified a white metal door that was obviously the access point from the fifteenth floor. Looking to the west, there was a clear line of sight to the front steps of the courthouse. The Ghost was a master of disguise but had never played the part of a doctor before. However, there was a first time for everything. He smiled to himself as he clicked on the mouse and saw the money land in his covert account.

Chapter Twenty-Two

14 January 2012

Buenos Aires