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Chapters (54)
  1. Title Page
  2. Table of Contents
  3. Prologue
  4. PART ONE
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. PART TWO
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. PART THREE
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. Chapter Twenty-one
  28. Chapter Twenty-two
  29. Chapter Twenty-three
  30. Chapter Twenty-four
  31. Chapter Twenty-five
  32. Chapter Twenty-six
  33. Chapter Twenty-seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-one
  38. PART FOUR
  39. Chapter Thirty-two
  40. Chapter Thirty-three
  41. Chapter Thirty-four
  42. Chapter Thirty-five
  43. Chapter Thirty-six
  44. Chapter Thirty-seven
  45. Chapter Thirty-eight
  46. Chapter Thirty-nine
  47. Chapter Forty
  48. Chapter Forty-one
  49. Chapter Forty-two
  50. Chapter Forty-three
  51. Epilogue
  52. ALSO BY ROBERT LUDLUM
  53. Critical Praise for Robert Ludlum
  54. Copyright Page

“Paul, you need to trust me on this one. We can put all this shit behind you. But you’ve got to come in. You’ve got to.”

Janson looked at the analyst oddly. He couldn’t fail to notice the way he had grown less deferential and anxious in the course of the conversation. “I’ll think about it.”

“That means no,” Agger said blandly. “And that’s not good enough.” He reached over to his lapel, and fingered the buttonhole, in an overly casual gesture.

Summoning others.

Janson reached over and turned up Agger’s lapel. On the reverse side was the familiar blue-black disk. All at once, he felt numb.

The Greeks weren’t tails. They were his backup. Forcible abduction was the next course of action.

“Now I’ve got a timing question for you,” Janson said. “When did the order go out?”

“The retrieval directive? I don’t recall.”

“When?”Standing so as to hide his actions from any bystanders, he pulled out the Walther and aimed it at the analyst.

“Oh Jesus, oh Jesus!” Agger shouted. “Paul—what are you doing? I’m just here to help you. I only want to help.”

“When ?” Janson shoved the silenced Walther into Agger’s bony chest.

The words came out in a rush. “Ten hours ago. The cable was time-stamped 10:23 P.M. EST.” Agger looked around him, unable to disguise his growing sense of consternation.

“And what were the orders if I refused to report in? Did termination orders go out?” He pressed the revolver harder against Agger’s sternum.

“Stop!” Agger called out. “You’re hurting me.” He spoke loudly, as if panicked; but Agger, though scarcely a field agent, was no amateur, and however anxious, he was not given to hysterics. The shout was not meant for him; it was meant to notify others, others within earshot.

“Are you expecting company?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Agger lied in a level tone.

“Sorry. I should have mentioned earlier that your Greek friends were unavoidably detained.”

“You goddamn bastard!” The words burst from him. Agger was white-faced—not with fear but with outrage.

“They’ll send their regrets. As soon as they regain consciousness.”

Agger’s eyes narrowed. “Christ, it’s true what they say. You’re out of control!”

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

The harborfront tavern was seedy and dark, the planks of the floor warped from years of spilled beverages, the simple wooden chairs and stools nicked and dented from careless use and the occasional brawl. Janson moved slowly toward the long zinc bar, allowing his vision to adjust to the dimness. A sailor sat to the far left, drinking alone, sullenly. He wasn’t the only sailor in the place, but he would be the easiest to approach. And Janson could not wait any longer. He had to get out of Greece now.