CHAPTER 18

Villa Mascardi.  Sohrab tapped the tiny bud inside his ear, signaling receipt of the Shadowman’s message.  He had no idea how the thing still worked with the other half in DC, but accepted the magic and ignored it.  He deplaned and stepped down the ramp to the tarmac carrying nothing.  The bag and case were inside the terminal past the inspection point, held by a well-paid baggage handler.  Sohrab had always loved taking assignments in South America, where the women were lovely, the food delicious and plentiful, and bribery was simply another recognized part of the economy.

Maribel was apparently still sending the Shadowman intel on the women’s movements, and he wondered what sort of transportation was required; he hadn’t thought past...

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