BY ERIC VAN LUSTBADER
THE BRAVO SHAW NOVELS
The Testament
The Fallen
Four Dominions
The Sum of All Shadows
THE JACK MCCLURE NOVELS
First Daughter
Last Snow
Blood Trust
Father Night
Beloved Enemy
THE PEARL SAGA
The Ring of Five Dragons
The Veil of a Thousand Tears
Mistress of the Pearl
THE SUNSET WARRIOR CYCLE
The Sunset Warrior
Shallows of Night
Dai-San
Beneath an Opal Moon
Dragons on the Sea of Night
THE CHINA MAROC SERIES
Jian
Shan
THE NICHOLAS LINNEAR / NINJA CYCLE
The Ninja
The Miko
White Ninja
The Kaisho
Floating City
Second Skin
The Death and Life of
Nicholas Linnear (ebook)
The Oligarch’s Daughter (ebook)
THE JASON BOURNE NOVELS
The Bourne Legacy
The Bourne Betrayal
The Bourne Sanction
The Bourne Deception
The Bourne Objective
The Bourne Dominion
The Bourne Imperative
The Bourne Retribution
The Bourne Ascendancy
The Bourne Enigma
The Bourne Initiative
THE EVAN RYDER NOVELS
The Nemesis Manifesto
OTHERS
Sirens
Black Heart
Zero
French Kiss
Angel Eyes
Batman: The Last Angel
Black Blade
Dark Homecoming
Pale Saint
Art Kills
Any Minute Now
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First published in the UK in 2021 by Head of Zeus Ltd
Copyright © Eric Van Lustbader, 2021
The moral right of Eric Van Lustbader to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act of 1988.
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This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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ISBN (HB): 9781800243132
ISBN (XTPB): 9781800243149
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For Victoria, my one and only, my everything.
Revenge has become our way of life. Now we enter the darkness.
—LYUDMILA ALEXEYEVNA SHOKOVA
Contents
By Eric Van Lustbader
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Epigraph
Prologue
PART ONE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
PART TWO
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
PART THREE
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
PART FOUR
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Notes on the Novel
Acknowledgments
About the Author
An Invitation from the Publisher
PROLOGUE
THREE AND A HALF YEARS AGO
“The obliteration of the face,” Anouk said, “is essential.” She regarded Bobbi Fisher with her gray-flannel eyes. “This point cannot be stressed enough. Without complete obliteration it may be possible to forensically retrieve the teeth.” She lifted a long forefinger. “Even one tooth can be enough for identification, and you will be undone. Exfiltration cannot be accomplished.”
She paused, a broad-shouldered woman with muscular arms, thick legs, and features as blunt as a weapon. Bobbi had turned her head to check the closed door to the square room—a kitchen that had been turned into an ad hoc classroom. Bobbi sat on a high stool at the central polished concrete island. By her right hand was a pitcher of ice water and a glass tumbler. Fists of rain beat against the streaked windows, blurring the restless trees that separated this two-story house from the identical ones around it. The rain-swept streets were as clean and clear as one would expect in a new development in Virginia, suburban sprawl of DC.
“Bobbi.” Anouk’s voice was as sharp as a knife blade. “What are you looking at? You are required to pay strict attention.”
“Where is Leda?” Bobbi said without looking back.
“I am here now, Bobbi.” Anouk, standing beside the refrigerator, arms at her side, hands half-curled, stood as straight as a sentry. “It is to me that you report.”
Bobbi’s head snapped around. “My condition when I was recruited was that Leda—and only Leda—would be my handler.”
Anouk’s smile bared her small white teeth. “That was some years ago,” she said. “Leda has moved on.”
“Then I should have moved on with her.”
Anouk pursed her lips in distaste. “You had an affair with Leda, didn’t you?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Everything about you is my business, Bobbi. You should know that.” When no reply was forthcoming, Anouk went on: “It was quite torrid, from the reports I’ve read.”
“Damn you.”
“Ah.” Anouk grinned like a crocodile. “At last I have your undivided attention.”
“Indeed, you do.”
“Well, then, you should know that Leda is dead.”
“Dead? No.”
“Purged.” Anouk sneered. “And I can easily arrange for you to follow her.”
Bobbi rose from the stool. “Is that a threat?”
Anouk shrugged. “You’d better get used to it; it’s my method.”
Grasping the tumbler Bobbi drained it of water. “I want something else,” she said. “Something sweeter.” She walked the length of the counter, to where Anouk stood. “Excuse me.” Anouk moved just enough so Bobbi could reach down for the handle of the half-refrigerator tucked beneath the counter.
As she opened the refrigerator door, she smashed the tumbler against the edge of the counter. Anouk’s arm was coming but, anticipating, Bobbi grabbed her wrist, controlling it. Anouk was stronger than Bobbi, but Bobbi had the leverage, and, in any case, she only needed a split second to drive a knife-like shard into Anouk’s left eye. Anouk jumped as if electrified. Bobbi kept tight hold of the bottom of the tumbler, ground it farther and farther, until the tip of the shard pierced Anouk’s brain.
She stepped smartly back, avoiding both the corpse’s collapse and the last spurts of blood. The kitchen’s door opened. She turned to see Leda step smartly inside, close the door behind her.
Leda smiled. Everything about her was medium: height, weight, features, and yet there was something about her, something magnetic that was almost a physical thing. You might not recall her if she passed you on the street, but if you sat down opposite her in a bar or restaurant for drinks, you’d be hard-pressed to pull away.
She didn’t even bother checking out the sprawled body, merely stepped over it as she crossed the large square room. “You haven’t lost your reflexes, I see,” she said.
“Or my rage.”
The two women embraced.
“Fisher. I never could get used to your married name.”
Bobbi shrugged. “What’s in a name?”
Leda chuckled. “It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other.”
Bobbi nodded, a smile wreathing her face. “Too long. Texts are no substitute for the real thing.”
They kissed, then broke away. Though it was a businesslike kiss, their eyes were shining, a remnant of what once was.
Leda led her through the sparsely furnished living room and into a space that would someday be a den or a media room, leaving the suited and gloved pair to clean up the blood and get rid of the remains.
Bobbi’s eyes narrowed. “She knew about our affair.”
“Did she?”
“She said she read about it in reports.”
“That was an out-and-out lie.”
“Really?” Bobbi cocked her head. “But isn’t that your job: to recruit through seduction?”
“Seduction is only part of my job description. A small part—or, more accurately, a selective part. I’m much more elevated than a sparrow, else I wouldn’t be here now, with you. I am your handler.”
“But you have seduced others.”
Leda’s expression turned enigmatic, as if two or more thoughts had occurred to her at once. “You’re jealous.”
“Of your time, not of your charms.”
“Perhaps,” Leda said. “Listen to me, Bobbi. I did seduce you. Yes, I did. Without question. But let’s not mince words: you wanted to be seduced.”
Bobbi thought about this, thought about how right Leda was. She did want to be seduced. Badly. Perhaps desperately. Was that need a weakness in her? If so, she would do well to eradicate it. On the other hand, she was where she wanted to be, so why should she care about the rest? And yet, she did. She had an innate abhorrence of weakness in any form. With an almost physical wrench, she returned her thoughts to the present. “You didn’t answer my question: how did Anouk know about our affair?”
“Well, now,” Leda said with a twinkle in her eye, “that’s an excellent question.”
A silence yawned between them. Behind the kitchen door scuffling, muted sounds of the cleanup in progress. Otherwise the house, being new, was very still.
Then Bobbi had it. “You told her.”
Leda laughed softly. “It did get your blood up, her knowing, didn’t it?”
All at once, it seemed obvious. “So this was a test.” It wasn’t a question.
“Oh, it was more than that.”
“Seriously?”
“You were always meant for greater things, Bobbi. I hand chose you. I didn’t seduce you on a whim or because I detected a weakness. You did not hold a position advantageous to us.”
“No.” A slow smile. “Evan is like an impenetrable vault.”
“Well,” Leda said, “we’ll see about that.”
Bobbi frowned. “Meaning?’
“You will see.” Leda went back into the kitchen and returned with an ice-rimed bottle of vodka, two spotted water glasses, and a manila envelope, also ice-rimed, tucked firmly under her arm. She poured triple shots into both water glasses and handed one to Bobbi. Leda lifted her glass high and Bobbi followed suit. They drank in the Russian fashion, all in one. They were clearly toasting something, Bobbi’s graduation? Anouk’s death? Bobbi had no idea what.
Leda set aside her glass. “Anouk was your final exam,” she said as if reading Bobbi’s mind. “Your schooling has been long, I know. And now you have graduated summa cum laude. As a consequence, two weeks from now Bobbi Ryder Fisher will cease to exist. She will die. And from then on you will be known only by a new operational name I will give you when you leave here.”
“A new life.” Her eyes flicked to the envelope, but she said nothing. She knew to wait.
Leda nodded. “It’s what we promised you. It’s what you wanted above all else. Is that still true?”
Bobbi was incredulous. “Of course!” She had married knowing what would happen someday. Paul had insisted on kids and, frankly, when consulted Leda was all for it, wisely saying that it would only deepen Bobbi’s cover. “But there’s a risk,” she had warned. “A mother’s love can—” “I have no trace of a maternal instinct,” Bobbi had interrupted. “I don’t see the point of children, not in this day and age.” And Leda had been satisfied.
“Nothing whatsoever has changed since I was read the terms of my recruitment.”
“Then to your first—and last—assignment in DC.” Leda opened the envelope and removed a 5x7 photo, which she handed to Bobbi. It was a head-and-shoulders shot, the image lacking vivid color, flattened due to the long-lens surveillance camera with which it had been taken. “You know this woman, yes?”
“Of course,” Bobbi said. “It’s Benjamin Butler’s wife, Lila.”
“She’s a friend of yours,” Leda said, “yes?”
“You want me to go to Berlin?”
“Mrs. Butler arrived here this morning,” Leda said. “Her father isn’t well.”
Bobbi considered this for a moment. “It was you who made him unwell, wasn’t it?”
“Well, not me personally,” Leda said, half-offended. “But, yes, it was achieved on my order.”
“So the end could come here, where I am.”
Leda’s smile spread slowly, like butter in sunlight. “You are my best pupil, Bobbi. I knew it the first time I laid eyes on you, in Copenhagen when you were seventeen. We’re like family now.”
“How?” Bobbi said. “How could you know I’d be your best pupil?”
“Between you and your sister you were the one having fun.”
“I was enjoying life.”
“No,” Leda said. “You were devouring it.”
*
Forty-eight hours later and after a brief respite the rain had persevered, though reduced to a drizzle. The residents inside the Beltway, umbrellas unfurled, hurried along slick sidewalks. Those bravely, or foolishly, without sprinted toward crowded doorways or shimmering awnings.
Bobbi saw Lila Butler before Lila saw her. She had texted Lila the day before, made a date for a shopping expedition and lunch, “to take your mind off your
father,” she’d said. Lila had been openly grateful for both the break and the company of an old friend, giving Bobbi the sense that living in Berlin was starting to grate on Lila. Bobbi had a remedy for that.
She looked both ways, waited several moments, checking her wristwatch for the time. Her heart rate picked up as she crossed the street against the light to intercept Lila before she turned in to the department store where they’d arranged to meet.
Beneath Lila’s umbrella, they embraced. Lila had always been birdlike, but now she was thinner, paler, and the wetness on her cheeks was tears, not raindrops. Bobbi’s hunch had been right: Berlin did not agree with her.
Bobbi first asked after Lila’s father’s health. It was failing, quickly. Bobbi wondered what Leda’s people had given him. Only then did she ask about Berlin.
Lila sighed deeply. “Berlin is so gray,” she said. “And the people …” Lila shivered. “They’re friendly on the surface. Maybe too friendly. Underneath there seems a darkness—the river Styx running through them. And now the immigrant issue has given a fervent raison d’être to the neo-Nazi movement.”
They were standing at the curb in order to avoid the crowds of foot traffic along the sidewalk, shoulders touching beneath Lila’s umbrella. Bobbi placed a gentle hand on Lila’s arm, bony as a sparrow’s wing.
“I’m sorry you’re unhappy,” Bobbi said with one eye on the oncoming traffic. “How about Zoe. How’s she doing?”
“Unlike me, Zoe loves it over there. But then again she’s four so her world is as small as any four-year-old’s.”
“Be sure to give her my love, though I doubt she remembers me.”
“Of course she remembers you,” Lila exclaimed. “She remembers everything and everyone.”
Bobbi smiled. She saw the SUV. Its rain-streaked tinted windows reflected the buildings and the low sky as if in a fun house mirror. “When do you think you might all come home?”
Lila shrugged. “I don’t know. Ben’s still got business over there.”
“Of course. So, how long will you be in DC now?”
“That will depend on my father’s condition. But I already miss Zoe.”
“Your father’s health aside, and even missing Zoe,” Bobbi said, “I think the trip back here will be good for you, even if it’s only for a few days. Berlin is so gloomy, isn’t it?”
“So gloomy.” Lila smiled. Bobbi had forgotten how the space around her lit up when she smiled. “I’m so glad you contacted me.” Lila gave Bobbi’s arm a brief squeeze. “I can’t tell you how good it feels to see a friendly face. Things are pretty grim at my parents’ place.” And she leaned in to give Bobbi a peck on the cheek.