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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

Louis had the pleasure of watching the dart hit home. Armitage’s betrayal had left a mess, and everyone in the blast range had suffered damage. Ross wouldn’t have escaped unscathed. He offered Louis a thin smile.

‘I’d like to believe we learn by our mistakes,’ said Ross.

‘I’d like to believe that too,’ said Louis. ‘Obviously I don’t, but I’d like to.’

‘The Bureau has limited jurisdiction overseas,’ Ross continued, ‘so given the delicacy of what is being proposed, I’ve supplied some reading material, and alerted an interested party about your travel plans.’

He stood to leave. A copy of the New York Times lay on the bar between them. Ross tapped it, and threw down cash to cover the tab.

‘You ought to take a look at today’s paper,’ he said. ‘You might find it informative. Travel safely.’

Louis watched Ross go, but did not immediately reach for the Times. Instead, he sat and thought. In the years since he had come to know Parker, Louis’s life had changed in ways he could never have imagined. Many of these developments were positive, or at least not actively negative, but coming into contact with SAC Edgar Ross of the FBI was not among the latter. Louis did not doubt that a record of his activities existed somewhere in Federal Plaza, although he suspected that much of it was for Ross’s personal amusement only – or that was his hope. Whatever the truth of the matter, Ross’s knowledge of Louis was a threat, and hung like a sword over his head. Eventually, something might have to be done about it.

There was also the problem of Armitage and her legacy. If she had been in contact with the Vuksans, and was responsible for setting them on De Jaager, then a trail existed, one the Bureau would prefer to see erased. Ross had just handed Louis a broom and told him to get sweeping.

But if Armitage was the source of the Vuksans’ information, what else had she told them? Ross was assuming that Armitage had, in the course of her duties, come across material confirming De Jaager’s instigation of the killing of Andrej Buha, but what if this was not all she had discovered? According to Ross, Armitage had made contact with the Vuksans shortly after Louis and Angel left Amsterdam. The possibility existed that it was not only De Jaager she had fed to them but also Louis.

So Louis drank, and mused. When he finally left the St. Regis, he did so with a copy of the New York Times under his arm.

Chapter XXI