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feared KGB, merely narrowed his green gaze at her. “Do you wish to take Petrolov’s place?” she snapped. “I assure you, if he’s here, he has an idea of what’s going on. And that one will turn on those involved. You don’t want him to see you. And when you’re 45
    done with him, find the other girl and bring her to me We should probably just kill her. I want no loose ends.” She shrugged. “No let her live. But get this place cleaned. We have another appointment scheduled for tomorrow evening.”
    She grabbed the edge of the counterpane and tossed it over the girl. “Wrap the girl and bring her to my car. Quickly. We’ve got to get rid of her.”

    With that she walked out of the room. On the next landing, she motioned for her driver to follow her and had the other guard grab video tapes, the folder and CPU sitting on the office desk. “Get those in the car in back and be quick about it.”
    She looked over the balcony into the darkened entrance below. They’d enter the house at any moment.
    Did Dimitri know his boss was dead yet?
    Hurrying, she hoped they wouldn’t discover her library. Damn it. With any luck, her Russian guard would follow through with his job and then she could come back here and oversee the clean up. They all but ran down the old servants’ stairs at the back of the hallway, down to the kitchens and out into the courtyard.
    The cold night air hit her in the face, damper here than it had been in Prague. She watched her driver quietly shut the trunk lid. She slid in the back seat and told the guards to go back in and finish it
    The car started and pulled into the misty night. She watched out the back window, but no one followed. No shot fired. Nothing.
    Chuckling, she smiled. So damn easy.
    “I believe we should head down to Vienna. I’m in the mood for a spa. What do you think?”
    “Yes, madam.”
    “Of course we must first dispose of some of our cargo.”
    “Yes, madam.”
    So easy.

     
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    October 31; 1:56 a.m. Raven jogged through the night, watched as the men climbed over the gate. Two of them. She’d followed them all the way from Prague and just knew she’d been made several times, but apparently not.
    Lights shone upstairs, creating halos in the gathering mist.
    She should just stay out here.
    From her point further down from the house, she saw a car pull out into a back alley and drive in the opposite direction of the street they were all on.
    She frowned.
    No way they could have gotten inside and then driven away.
    She should stay out here.
    The darkness swallowed her black clothing and she put her hand on her gun under her jacket. Moving quickly, she climbed the black iron fence further down from the gate.
    Perched precariously on the top, she scanned the ground and shadows. Nothing moved.
    She jumped, landed, rolled to her feet in one fluid motion, her gun out, scanning the area around her. Bloody trees cast some deep shadows.
    She hurried to the side of the house, and decided on a darkened window.

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    Unzipping the pack on her back, she pulled out the suction cup and diamond bit.
    Contraption always reminded her of geometry class and those protractors that students could use as weapons if they so chose.
    The glass cut quickly away, and she unlocked the window, swinging her leg up and listening before crawling in. Place smelled like a rose garden. She wrinkled her nose.
    Show time.

     
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    Dark. So dark. She sucked her thumb, her heart thundered in her ears.

    She saw what the men did. The mean, mean men. One of them hurt her. Hurt her bad. But she’d gotten away. She didn’t like his hands.
    She’d run.
    And she’d heard her sister, Zoy, stop screaming. They’d held Zoy down, their hands at her throat…
    She slapped her hands over her ears and tried to be quiet. Very, very quiet. They couldn’t find her. She knew what would happen if they did. They’d made her watch. Told her it would be her turn soon.
    Her sister had yelled at them,