thinking.â
âWeâre in a short-term business.â
âIt doesnât have to be.â Bryson let a moment of silence pass. âNot if we come to mutually agreeable terms. We all lock some away; itâs expected of us. Discretionary accounts, reimbursed expenses, overstated of courseâa percentage of our expense allowance salted away, laundered clean, invested in the market. Put your money to work for you. Iâm willing to put some of it to work for me right now.â
âTo buy your own life,â the professional said solemnly. âBut you seem to forget that my livelihood goes beyond one transaction. You may be one account, but theyâre the entire goddamned bank. And you donât bet against the house.â
âNo, you donât bet against the house,â Bryson agreed. âYou just report back that the mark was even better than youâd been led to believe, more skilled. Managed to escape, Jesus, the guyâs good. Theyâre not going to doubt you on that; itâs what they want to believe anyway. Youâll still keep your retainer, your deposit, and Iâll double the contract amount. Sound business practice, my friend.â
âAccounts are watched very carefully these days, Bryson. Itâs not like when you were in the game. Money is digital, and digital transactions leave tracks.â
âCash doesnât leave tracks, not if itâs unsequenced.â
âEverything leaves tracks these days, and you know it. Sorry, Iâve got a job to do. And in this case, itâs facilitating suicide. You have a history of depression, you know. You had no personal life to speak of, and the groves of academe could never compare to the excitement of spy work. Your clinical depression was diagnosed by a top-rank psychiatrist and psychopharmacologistââ
âSorry, the only shrinks Iâve ever seen were government-issue, years ago.â
âA few days ago, according to your health-insurance records,â replied the killer, a grim smile in his voice. âYouâve been seeing a shrink for over a year.â
âThatâs bullshit! â
âAnythingâs possible in this day and age of the computerized database. Pharmacy records, tooâantidepressants prescribed for you, purchased by you, along with antianxiety drugs, sleeping pills. Itâll all be there. A suicide note left on your home computer, too, Iâm told.â
âSuicide notes, are almost always handwritten, never typed or computer-generated.â
âGrantedâweâve both set up hits to look like suicides, Iâm sure. But believe me, no oneâs ever going to dig into this that far. Thereâll be no postmortems for you. You have no family to request an autopsy.â
The professionalâs words, though no doubt prescripted, still wounded, because they were the truth: he had no family, not since Elena had left. Not since my parents were killed by the Directorate , he added to himself bitterly.
âBut let me say, Iâm honored to be given this assignment,â the hit man resumed. âThey say you were one of the top field men, after all.â
âWhy do you think you were assigned?â Bryson said.
âI donât know, and I donât care. A jobâs a job.â
âYou think youâre expected to survive it? You think they want you around telling tales? Who knows how much I might have told you? You think youâre going to survive this last job?â
âI donât really give a shit,â said the man unconvincingly.
âNo, I donât think your employers ever planned to let you live,â Bryson went on, grimly. âWho the hell knows what I spilled to you?â
âWhat are you trying to say?â asked the hit man after a moment of uncomfortable silence. He seemed to hesitate for an instant; Bryson could feel the grinding pressure of the pistol barrel momentarily let
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