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Chapters (99)
  1. About the Author
  2. Also by John Connolly
  3. THE NAMELESS ONES
  4. John Connolly
  5. Dedication
  6. Contents
  7. Author’s Note
  8. I
  9. Chapter I
  10. Chapter II
  11. Chapter III
  12. Chapter IV
  13. Chapter V
  14. Chapter VI
  15. Chapter VII
  16. Chapter VIII
  17. Chapter IX
  18. Chapter X
  19. Chapter XI
  20. Chapter XII
  21. Chapter XIII
  22. Chapter XIV
  23. Chapter XV
  24. Chapter XVI
  25. Chapter XVII
  26. Chapter XVIII
  27. Chapter XIX
  28. Chapter XX
  29. Chapter XXI
  30. Chapter XXII
  31. Chapter XXIII
  32. Chapter XXIV
  33. Chapter XXV
  34. Chapter XXVI
  35. Chapter XXVII
  36. Chapter XXVIII
  37. Chapter XXIX
  38. Chapter XXX
  39. Chapter XXXI
  40. Chapter XXXII
  41. Chapter XXXIII
  42. II
  43. Chapter XXXIV
  44. Chapter XXXV
  45. Chapter XXXVI
  46. Chapter XXXVII
  47. Chapter XXXVIII
  48. Chapter XXXIX
  49. Chapter XL
  50. Chapter XLI
  51. Chapter XLII
  52. Chapter XLIII
  53. Chapter XLIV
  54. Chapter XLV
  55. Chapter XLVI
  56. Chapter XLVII
  57. Chapter XLVIII
  58. III
  59. Chapter XLIX
  60. Chapter L
  61. Chapter LI
  62. Chapter LII
  63. Chapter LIII
  64. Chapter LIV
  65. Chapter LV
  66. Chapter LVI
  67. Chapter LVII
  68. Chapter LVIII
  69. Chapter LIX
  70. Chapter LX
  71. Chapter LXI
  72. Chapter LXII
  73. Chapter LXIII
  74. Chapter LXIV
  75. Chapter LXV
  76. Chapter LXVI
  77. Chapter LXVII
  78. IV
  79. Chapter LXVIII
  80. Chapter LXIX
  81. Chapter LXX
  82. Chapter LXXI
  83. Chapter LXXII
  84. Chapter LXXIII
  85. Chapter LXXIV
  86. Chapter LXXV
  87. Chapter LXXVI
  88. Chapter LXXVII
  89. Chapter LXXVIII
  90. Chapter LXXIX
  91. Chapter LXXX
  92. Chapter LXXXI
  93. Chapter LXXXII
  94. Chapter LXXXIII
  95. Chapter LXXXIV
  96. Chapter LXXXV
  97. Chapter LXXXVI
  98. Chapter LXXXVII
  99. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

‘It was entirely unintentional. Well, don’t you have an answer?’

‘No, but I have a theory. It won’t make you happy.’

‘I haven’t been happy since Reagan was president,’ said Holt, ‘and I wasn’t even very happy then.’

Ross pushed his coffee cup aside and laid his hands flat on the table, like a man steeling himself to speak, or perhaps to rise and depart, never to return.

‘It’s the timing of the contact that concerns me,’ he said. ‘Perhaps Armitage was in regular communication with the Vuksans, but my instinct is that she was not. It would have been too perilous, and I can’t see any significant benefit accruing to her. But Armitage’s disintegration – her absence from work, her illness, psychosomatic or otherwise – appears to have commenced with the arrival in the Netherlands of Parker and his colleagues.’

‘So?’

‘So,’ said Ross, ‘some years ago a Serb named Andrej Buha was murdered in Amsterdam. Buha was also known as Timmerman – the “Timber Man”, or Carpenter, in Dutch – because of his fondness for crucifying Muslims and Croats during the Balkan conflicts. After the war, Buha signed on as an enforcer for elements within the Zemun crime syndicate, which by then had set up a base of operations in the Netherlands. The Zemuns were most upset when Buha was shot – not out of any great fondness for him, but because it made them appear vulnerable, and marked the beginning of a decline in their fortunes in that part of Europe which not even a great deal of bloodshed ever fully arrested.

‘Out of that wreckage emerged the Vuksans: two brothers, Spiridon and Radovan, supported by a cadre of loyal disciples. The Zemun clan is dangerous, but the Vuksans are much worse. The rumor is that for years they’d been working from within to assume control of the Zemun syndicate’s Dutch wing, and its dissolution was less a spontaneous collapse than a controlled explosion planned by the Vuksans and their allies.

‘The three principal Zemun figures in the Netherlands have all since been neutralized in one manner or another. One died of a heart attack in 2010 while awaiting trial on money laundering charges, a second was shot dead in Rotterdam in 2013 by an unknown assassin, and the third vanished in Serbia shortly before the ascent of the Vuksans, and is now assumed to be getting in touch with nature from six feet below ground. Whatever the Vuksans’ degree of involvement in any or all of these misfortunes, it left the way clear for them to consolidate a base of operations in Amsterdam.