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CONTENTS
Prologue – Before the Kill
Дома – Home
Крокодилы – Crocodiles
Лес – The Forest
Ночь – Night
КирсК – Kirsk
Москва – Moscow
Тверская – Tverskaya
Форточник – Fortochnik
Русская pулетка – Russian Roulette
Серебряный бор – Silver Forest
Механик – The Mechanic
Болтино – Boltino
Венеция – Venice
Остров – The Island
Нью-Йорк – New York
Второй шанс – Second Chance
Охотник – Hunter
Командир – The Commander
Париж – Paris
Мощность плюс – Power Plus
Убийца – The Assassin
Epilogue – The Kill
For J, N & C – but not L.
Full circle.                    
PROLOGUE
BEFORE THE KILL
He had chosen the hotel room very carefully.
As he crossed the reception area towards the lifts, he was aware of everyone around him. Two receptionists, one on the phone. A Japanese guest checking in … from his accent, obviously from Miyazaki in the south. A concierge printing a map for a couple of tourists. A security man, Eastern European, bored, standing by the door. He saw everything. If the lights had suddenly gone out, or if he had closed his eyes, he would have been able to continue forward at exactly the same pace.
Nobody noticed him. It was actually a skill, something he had learned, the art of not being seen. Even the clothes he wore – expensive jeans, a grey cashmere jersey and a loose coat – had been chosen because it made no statement at all. They were well-known brands but he had cut out the labels. In the unlikely event that he was stopped by the police, it would be very difficult for them to know where the outfit had been bought.
He was in his thirties but looked younger. He had fair hair, cut short, and ice-cold eyes with just the faintest trace of blue. He was not large or well built but there was a sort of sleekness about him. He moved like an athlete – perhaps a sprinter approaching the starting blocks – but there was a sense of danger about him, a feeling that you should leave well alone. He carried three credit cards and a driving licence, issued in Swansea, all with the name Matthew Reddy. A police check would have established that he was a personal trainer, that he worked in a London gym and lived in Brixton. None of this was true. His real name was Yassen Gregorovich. He had been a professional assassin for almost half his life.
The hotel was in King’s Cross, an area of London with no attractive shops, few decent restaurants and where nobody really stays any longer than they have to. It was called The Traveller and it was part of a chain; comfortable but not too expe ............

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