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
De Payns’ light IDs had to be nurtured and attended to, so when one of his assumed names was checked by the Russians or the Saudis, the people doing the digging into his life were coming up with cafe owners and bartenders who said, Oh, yeah, Clement the filmmaker? I talked with him last week. The entire visit to Clement Vinier’s apartment, including buying groceries, took a shade over fifteen minutes, and in that time de Payns built details into his cover that could save his life, if they hadn’t done so already.
He thought about the discipline of his job, and the fact that not only did he owe his own life to observing the detail, but so did his family. This was his truth and his lifeline, and as he descended into the Metro to head back to the Bunker, he made a decision to maintain the discipline. With his right hand he broke down Manerie’s burner phone in his windbreaker pocket, and without slowing his stride he deposited the pieces in two garbage bins as he approached his platform. He might be on the hook to Manerie and Jim, but he wouldn’t let them undermine his basic security.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
De Payns spent the evening going over financial and logistics checks for Alamut and finally got back to Montparnasse just after midnight. When he emerged from Port-Royal Metro station he immediately saw Jim on the other side of the boulevard. Something moved in him, but he followed Manerie’s offsider into a dark corner of the public park opposite the Metro stairs.
‘You deaf or you lost your phone?’ asked Jim, turning to face de Payns.
De Payns took an extra step, hit Jim in the solar plexus with a hard left hand. As the DGS man sagged, de Payns kneed him in the balls. He went straight for Jim’s pistol under the left armpit and tore it from the jacket as Jim moaned softly, on one knee.
‘Fuck, de Payns,’ panted the soldier, his face a mask of agony in the dappled streetlight that came through the trees. ‘Bad night?’
De Payns emptied the Beretta 9mm’s magazine and actioned the weapon, making it eject the round sitting in the breech. He threw the handful of steel into the shrubbery.
‘That stupid phone you gave me? It’s in the garbage, where it should have been in the first place,’ said de Payns, adrenaline pumping but keeping his cool. ‘And this is the third time you’ve contacted me in public, in the same place. That’s a danger to me and my family.’
‘You weren’t answering …’