Free Ghost Sniper by Scott McEwen

door. She came into the room with an orange backpack slung over one shoulder. The gun in his hand didn’t seem to frighten her at all.
    â€œDid you get some sleep?” she asked, kissing his cheek and crossing the room to toss the backpack onto a love seat.
    â€œYeah, look,” he said, scratching his head. “I’m not exactly who you think—”
    â€œOf course you’re not,” she interrupted. “If you were, I wouldn’t have just canceled a wedding that was supposed to take place ten days from now.”
    He set the pistol down on the table. “Lena, I’m not sure—”
    â€œYou don’t need to be. I’m sure.”
    â€œBut I’m not lookin’ to—”
    â€œNeither am I,” she said with a laugh. “You still love your wife. That’s obvious. What I want is adventure. I’d almost forgotten what that was, being with Sabastian. You reminded me last night. I’m not really sure what I was thinking when I agreed to marry him.”
    He grabbed his pants and stepped into them. “First of all, I can’t give you the kind of adventure you’re looking for. I don’t have that kind of money.”
    â€œI’ve got my own money, Conner.”
    â€œ Conner’s not my even my name,” he said with a sigh.
    She took his pack of cigarettes from the nightstand. “Then what is it?”
    â€œI’m sorry,” he said. “I can’t tell you. I can’t even tell you what I’m doing in Liechtenstein.”
    She lit the cigarette with a chuckle, dropping the lighter onto the nightstand. “And you say you can’t give me adventure.”
    â€œLook, this isn’t a game.”
    â€œAll life is a game.”
    He shook his head, regretting his weakness the night before. “People get killed in the games I play.”
    She sat down on the bed. “People get killed jumping out of airplanes—yet that’s my favorite sport.” She gestured at the gun. “And I assume that’s yours?”
    He picked up his shirt from the floor. “Where’s Sabastian?”
    â€œHeaded for the airport.”
    â€œHe’s pissed? Heartbroken?”
    She looked thoughtful for a moment. “I’d say he’s offended . Men like Sabastian don’t get their hearts broken. He’ll have another woman like me by the end of the week—maybe not one as wealthy.”
    â€œLast night you said I’d make an enemy.”
    â€œAnd you have—but I gave you fair warning in that regard. Do you want to spend more time with me or not? Because now I’m beginning to get offended.”
    He grinned. “Well, we wouldn’t want that.”
    They agreed to meet in the lounge after Gil had showered and made some calls. In the meantime, Lena would schedule a flight for the two of them to Switzerland.
    Gil got Pope on the phone and told him the truth about what had happened between him and Lena
    â€œAll right,” Pope said. “These things happen. You can finish the job in Switzerland. I’ll figure out a way for it to look like a Mossad hit. Blickensderfer is on their list, too.” The Mossad was Israel’s version of the CIA.
    â€œBob, no. I’ve blown this op. I can’t sleep with a guy’s girl and then kill him.”
    There was a long silence at the other end of the phone.
    â€œYou there?”
    â€œYeah,” Pope replied. “I’m trying to understand what you just said. You’re telling me you can’t kill a man if you’ve slept with his woman. What does one have to do with the other?”
    â€œI guess it’s personal now.” Gil didn’t know how else to explain it.
    â€œI’ve got news for you,” Pope replied somewhat coldly. “If Blickensderfer ever finds out who you are, this will become a great deal more personal.”
    â€œI’ve blown this one, Bob. I’m sorry. It won’t