ever happen again, but I canât move on Blickensderfer now. Iâve crossed a line. Iâve told you before I wasnât trained for this James Bond shit.â
âWell, if you canât do it, you canât do it,â Pope said, warmer suddenly. âYouâre entitled to a mistake. Youâre also entitled to a vacation. Youâve been operational for almost two years without a break. Weâll discuss things after youâve had a couple months off. Howâs that?â
âOkay,â Gil said. Heâd known Pope long enough to understand that the director likely wasnât happy with this outcome, but hopefully he wouldnât hold it over his head for too long.
âSounds good. Have you checked on Crosswhite and Paolina?â
Pope was silent again.
âDid I lose you?â
âNo, Iâm here,â Pope said. âTheyâre both fine, but Crosswhiteâs operational. A US diplomatic convoy was just ambushed in Mexico City. It was a cartel hit, and all of our diplomats were wiped outâmost of the DSS team as well.â
âYou know Paolinaâs pregnant.â
âI do, but I need himâand he owes me.â
Gil didnât entirely agree with that, but this was not the time to argue the point. âHow deep does he have to get involved?â
âThat remains to be seen,â Pope said. âThereâs an exâUS Army sniper doing hits for the cartels, and it looks like heâs the one who pulled the trigger on our people. He used a fifty cal.â
Gil was immediately pissed that one of his own had turned bad. âDo you have a name?â
âNot yet.â
âGet me a name and a face to go with it. Then get me in-country so I can punch the fuckerâs ticket.â
âWeâll have to see how things develop,â Pope said quietly. âIâm not sure Mexico is the place for you. You donât speak the language, and Crosswhiteâs a big boy.â
âHeâs got vulnerabilities, Bob: a pregnant woman and a little girl to worry about.â
âWhat did you expect, Gil? That I would pay him and not use him?â
Gil let out an impatient sigh. âAll Iâm asking is that you consider his circumstance.â
âI have,â Pope said. âItâs the circumstance heâs put himself into. Crosswhite doesnât use his head when it comes to women. He never has. Be careful you donât start falling prey to the same lack of judgment.â
Gil was annoyed when they got off the phone, but he reminded himself that so far Pope had always played him straight and that he owed the man a lot.
He was coming from the shower when the door to his room burst open, and three burly men covered in tattoos bum-rushed him, tackling him onto the bed and raining down punches. The blowslanded like sledgehammers against the side of his head, and he went unconscious.
When Gil came around, he was duct taped naked to a chair, and his mouth was taped shut. Four ugly men sat around the room staring at him with vacant expressions. Blood was leaking into his left eye, and his head throbbed. At first he thought they were Blickensderferâs peopleâwhich would have been bad enoughâbut then he took a closer look at their tattoos.
They were Bratva â the Brotherhood. Russian Mafia.
This is it , he told himself. And itâs gonna be ugly . He closed his eyes for a moment, just long enough to say good-bye to Marie and to promise himself that heâd go out with as much dignity as possibleâbut he didnât have much in the way of confidence. These men were professionals at taking away a manâs humanity.
11
ACAPULCO, MEXICO
13:00 HOURS
The gringo sniperâs name was Rhett Hancock, and he was no longer the innocent, towheaded little boy his mother had taken to church on Sundays. He was now afflicted with a sicknessâa brutal sickness that went well beyond the