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the dusky orange horizon as Laz Kito stood on the

vening breeze carried the scent of salt and money-two c

his thoughts. "They're wa

otting the horizon-vessels that, to the unsuspecting world, carried n

three of those ships held enough

m twenty

accent of a man who had spoken too many

red, footsteps fading

llan 25, the same brand Director Harmon

amusing anymore, since Harmon

fourteen days, thirty-four

i suit. The transformation from Special Agent Lazarus Kito, the

criminal enterprises

the very techniques the Bureau had t

til you become him

escended to the thirty-seventh floor, he scrolled through encrypted messages

A police commissioner in St. Pet

near one of his Caribbea

. The agency had been unu

day cage disguised as an e

als in or out. No

o sat around the polished mahogany table an

tlem

king his place

t it couldn't wa

d a manila folder across the table.

. Those files were supposed to be buried-expunged from all d

three million dollars and th

es?" he as

ation. And your p

ied operation that had turned him-the mission where he'd se

y men in comfortable offices and iron briefcases against

ho

know," Mar

BI channels, but it's being scrubbe

s a grainy surveillance photo ta

ith an athletic build and auburn ha

laptop bag, and moved with the hyperaware precision of

she?" L

ce specialist. "CIA operative, specializin

riggering memories he'd spent years suppressin

m fell

d his knowledge of

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was part of the classified team that extracted intel f

th new realities." He worked with some

had been one of the few honest

uty and country right until the m

be looking into Monarch

eared his

gned to a new task force. Some

should. In his former life, protocol designations were o

l," Laz ordered. "And put surveillance on R

"She's being deployed. Our sources s

unravel. Where James Bolt had discovered the same u

at his lieutenants. "Activate our assets in Iraq

for you?" asked Victor,

's being used, just like her fa

d assignments, contingency plans,

ated, staring at Rachel Bolt's photog

ightly haunted. The eyes of someone who believed they

as no idea she's just anoth

poured another Macallan a

graph: three men in desert camouflage, arms around each other's shoul

l alive and still bel

nknowingly stepping into the same web of

he whispered to the ghost in the photograph. "And I need to find o

e photo and cl

in making calls to his

ad authorized Rachel Bolt to dig into his

from FBI golden boy to criminal kingpin, it was this: when ghosts from t