Chapters (76)
- COVER PAGE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- DEDICATION
- AMIN
- PARIS
- … TWO YEARS LATER
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
- EPILOGUE
The Company spent two weeks preparing the Marriott Rive Gauche for the operation, while de Payns stayed away from the hotel. If the Pakistanis came with muscle, they had to be shut down quickly. If they came to photograph Marcus Aubrac, the Company needed its own photographic and eyes-on verification of the ISI operators. The French had to know who they were dealing with before judging how much danger their agent was in and what they were going to do in response. It was a game—one that both sides were playing with their eyes wide open. De Payns and Briffaut had decided there was a high probability that the Pakistanis knew that the French were aware that Amin was dead. Heck, thought de Payns, they might have deliberately planted the news with the source named CRS 00218 in order to get a good look at de Payns. The mission team would be positioned carefully to look for the Pakistani watchers and undertake their own counter-surveillance. But more important to de Payns was knowing that his mission team would foil a kidnap or an assassination, even as he walked into the wolf’s mouth.
The mission was complicated for de Payns not only by the friendship he’d developed with Amin but by the hotel’s proximity to his family’s apartment in Montparnasse. The Marriott Rive Gauche was on Boulevard Saint-Jacques, only a ten-minute walk from Patrick’s school. It felt too close to home, especially given how ruthlessly the ISI had exploited Amin’s greatest weakness—his family. Usually de Payns operated overseas; the prospect of engaging with the ISI so close to home had him on edge.
He watched a Netflix movie with Romy the night before the operation, his bare feet on the coffee table and nursing a glass of riesling. He didn’t say much—usually he kept up a running commentary, which Romy would quell with a few shut ups. She was doing a PhD on political economics, with a complicated thesis about east–west wealth discrepancies within Europe, and de Payns would usually tease her by attributing a Marxist or Anarcho-syndicalist motive to the most stupid character in a given movie. If he was having fun, he could drive her to throw something at him. But tonight he was nervy and she knew it. Rather than ask him about it, she switched off the TV set and took him to bed shortly after nine o’clock.