“I don't know anything about you,” Winchester said. “I'm in the dark here, and I don't like the feeling.”
“Better get used to it. It'll get dark as a coal mine at midnight if I agree to get involved with you people.”
“Tell me about yourself.”
“I'm a retired naval officer, retired as a two-star. If you want to check me out, do it discreetly. If I hear you're asking questions, or anyone is, you failed the test.”
Winchester was silent for a while, apparently lost in thought. Finally he said, “Next week.”
“See you there,” Jake Grafton said. With a wave of his hand, he walked away.
Huntington Winchester watched him go. After Grafton was lost in the crowd, he jammed his hands in his pockets and headed for his car, thinking about his son, Owen.
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously
LIBERTY
Copyright © 2003 by Stephen P. Coonts.
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The Assassin
copyright © 2008 by Stephen P. Coonts.
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