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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

‘I’ll admit to an aversion to awkward questions where you and your friends are concerned.’

‘Then why are we here?’

‘I know exactly what was done to De Jaager and his people,’ said Ross, ‘and I know the reason, otherwise I wouldn’t have called to warn you about the contact between Armitage and whatever is left of that Serb syndicate in the Netherlands. De Jaager and his family died because, ten years ago, give or take, he conspired in the killing of a Zemun enforcer called Andrej Buha, also known as Timmerman. At the risk of being excessively blunt, I think you killed Buha, either on contract or as a favor to De Jaager.’

‘That must be some file you got,’ said Louis. ‘I’d like to see it someday. I might even recognize some of what’s in it, although it’s unlikely.’

‘Your denial is noted for the record,’ said Ross. ‘But De Jaager and the others died because of what was done to Buha, and now you’re going to find whoever killed them and put them down. In all likelihood, that means you’ll be looking for Spiridon and Radovan Vuksan, unless some of the Zemun old guard have decided to return to Amsterdam and settle scores. But my money is on the Vuksans.

‘This is the thing: There are people in law enforcement – here, and elsewhere – who wouldn’t shed too many tears if some grave misfortune were to befall the Vuksans. They’ve been sowing misery since the Balkan wars, but they’ve always had a particular interest in people trafficking. In the last five years, they’ve expanded into people smuggling, which is a different beast: container trucks, the holds of ships, fast boats across the Mediterranean from North Africa. There’s good money to be made, because the cargo pays upfront. If the cargo drowns, suffocates, or gets caught and put behind wire in a camp in Italy, Greece, or Cyprus, that’s their tough luck. It’s a high-volume, high-yield business, and casualties don’t impact on the bottom line.

‘At the other end of the scale, the Vuksans are moving low volumes with a significantly higher individual yield, and they’re not big on background checks. That form of cargo travels in more comfort, and has to arrive safe and sound, with not even a bruise. The Vuksans charge Iranian Kurds fifty thousand dollars per head to get to the United Kingdom via Serbia and France, and God bless those who make it. We fucked the Kurds over, so I don’t begrudge them a new start.