Wallbanger
filled the
condom. His body was locked in a rigor state, spasming so hard he
didn’t initially feel the tiny jab in the side of his neck.
    “Wha—?” He looked at Lana, trying to make
sense of why his arms and legs were starting to tingle. And his
face…it tickled too.
    Lana started on his dick again, and he turned
his attention there. “Just breathe, baby,” she coaxed, smiling at
him. “Don’t fight it, let it come.”
    This had to be the best orgasm ever if he
couldn’t feel his legs! But then, he realized, he couldn’t feel his
cock, or her hand on it either. His ribcage throbbed; the pound
reverberating in his ears. In a panic, he gasped for air, not
feeling the clean stuff burn his lungs.
    Throat closed, heart seized, the last image
Daniel Gilbert’s saucer-size eyes would ever capture was of Lana
James pulling off a sandy blonde wig.
    Nope. He hadn’t calculated that.
    * * * *
    Gale reached over the warm body and checked
for the lack of a pulse. “Thought ya’d never die.”
    She wanted to spit. Kissing the man was like
eating toe jam seasoned dirt with a rusty mint undertone, and
trying to numb her taste buds with tequila hadn’t worked. Couldn’t
he at least have bought orange flavored Nicorette?
    Keeping herself from gagging, she pulled on a
pair of nitrile gloves and wiped down anything she might have
touched with a cloth. With an enzyme-embedded pad, she wiped around
in his mouth and down his neck making sure she destroyed all traces
of her DNA. His belt came free of the loops and she slipped it
around his neck, tugging it tight enough to dig into his skin;
secured the free end to the handgrip over the rear door. Then she
pulled a page from her bag and secured the photo in his left
hand.
    Next came the condom.
    “Things I do for my country…” she
grumbled.
    Carefully removing the rubber, she inverted
it. Then she positioned Daniel’s large right hand around his
flaccid little cock. It took some doing. With the inside-out
prophylactic over three digits, she meticulously staged the semen
over his fingers, on his leg, and a little on the bottom edge of
the steering wheel for good measure. But the cherry on this sundae
was the print out.
    The image was of a scantily clad anime
character—the computer generated vixen bent over with, pixilated
pink cunt on display. She dabbed a bit of jizz just outside of the
open target and chuckled. “The one bull’s-eye ya’ sorry ass didn’t
hit.”
    Leaning back to admire her handiwork, she was
pleased to find it looked believable.
    Autoerotic asphyxiation. Classic.
    Trading out gloves, she wiped down the
passenger side of the car while wearing the new set. It was pure
dumb luck that he’d parked them back there. Had he gotten any
closer to his home she would have had to act the impatient slut
herself. But Daniel Gilbert made the move for her. Such a courteous
fellow.
    Exiting the car, she gathered her belongings,
the trash, and did one last sweep to be sure nothing remained. Then
she locked and closed the door and started walking, keeping to the
backstreets. Her vehicle was three clicks east of The Pub, so she
had a ways to go.
    Four blocks away from the scene, Gale spit
into the grassy verge, unable to stomach the rancid taste in her
mouth anymore. The gum in her purse was laced with Ricin—a slow but
effective backup in case the Flexpen cocktail didn’t pan out—and
therefore not edible. She fiddled around for her roll of trusty
LifeSavers and popped a pineapple O between her lips, absently
wondering what Jack was doing and if he’d already left Virginia.
She could use a good lay.
    But she wouldn’t call him.
    Would. Not. Call.
    Yanking her phone from her pocket, she sent a
short text message. When Connolly received the encrypted data on
his end it would read only one word.
    Wettest.

6
    Helsinki, Finland
    “Duquesne!”
    Here we go . Xander stood staring out
the window of the hotel suite. After the long flight, he’d gotten a
shower and a

Similar Books

The House of Stairs

Ruth Rendell

The Return of Retief

Keith Laumer

Taipei

Tao Lin

Her Outlaw

Geralyn Dawson

Death Be Not Proud

John J. Gunther