Free The Assassin (Max Doerr Book 1) by Jay Deb Page A

phone
transmissions. When they find the match, they’ll also have the cell number,
actual conversation and who he is calling. Then my job will be over.”
    “I’m
not sure if that will work, Max. So many things have to go right. Let me talk
to my techie. I’ll get back to you.”
    “If
your techie says he can’t do it, then just get a new guy.”
     
     
    THE
FOLLOWING DAY, Doerr went to the safe house and picked up some key cards that
had various security codes imprinted on them. Swiping two or three of those
cards would guarantee access to any hotel room door without complaint.
    A
day later, Samuel called. “My techie figured everything out, just the way you
said, Max.”
    “Good
to hear.”
    “I
have more good news. Heherson has just left the hotel.”
    “You’re
sure?”
    “Yes,”
Samuel replied. “I saw the real-time video feed myself.”
    Doerr
immediately hung up and rode his bike to Heherson’s hotel and walked inside.
The hotel lobby was teeming with people, and Doerr sauntered to the elevator
without raising anyone’s suspicion. No one gave him a second look, and no one
followed him. Guests were reading newspapers in the lobby, and three hotel
staff members were busy helping patrons with their luggage.  
    Inside
the elevator, Doerr pressed the button for the sixth floor and was soon in front
of room number 617 – Heherson’s room. Doerr looked around and wiggled the
handle: nothing. He started swiping the cards he had taken from the safe house,
and upon swiping the fourth card, the door clicked open.
    Inside,
he planted three bugs – one under the bed, one under the sofa, and the last one
under the cabinet in the restroom. Doerr knew some people had a habit of sitting
on the toilet for a long time and making calls from there.
    Samuel
called the following day and told Doerr that Heherson’s phone number had been identified
by the techies, thanks to the bugs that he had placed. Langley folks heard Heherson
give commands to his henchmen in the Philippines, and they received a plethora
of information.
    His
assignment complete, Doerr packed up his bags and left Bangkok.
     
     

Chapter 7
    During
the flight back home to New York, he felt good. Yes, this is what I needed.
    But
as soon as he disembarked from the plane, the memory of Billy’s dead body stabbed
him in the chest like a sharp dagger. As he walked through the airport lounge,
he saw his son’s face on the glass walls. He stopped at a coffee shop, but the
caffeine only made him feel emptier.
    After
a few days of downtime, he received another call from Samuel. “Good job, Max.
We have already identified where Heherson is holding the hostages. We got
pictures of his compound, and a team of Marines are chalking up a path for the
helicopters to get there. A Delta team is rehearsing how they will extract the
hostages. Thanks again.”
    “You’re
welcome. I’m glad I was able to help.”
    “Your
next job will start in two weeks. Get some rest.”
    Doerr
hung up and decided to go and talk to the detective working on Billy’s case. Doerr
was told that the investigation had hit a wall and if someone did not come up
with a solid lead, the case could be closed.
    Doerr
returned home and set about talking to his neighbors and local shop owners,
asking them to distribute pamphlets he’d had printed asking for any information
about the crime. But only a few of them were willing to help.
    A
week later, Samuel gave him his next assignment. Only when Doerr focused on
work was his mind soothed a little. The job was in London; a terrorist,
originally from Jordan, was hiding in a flat in Maida Vale. Doerr was told to
flush him out and force him to go back to Amman.
     
     
    HIS
NAME WAS Sheraz Naseer. Naseer had come to London with a single purpose – to get
rid of Abdullah, the king of Jordan. Naseer had entered the country on a UK student
visa with an acceptance letter from a relatively unknown London University. The
only Londoners who seemed to know