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dot-com holiday adverts, not wanting to read them, instead letting my head
jolt from side to side as we trundled north. I was in a daze, trying to get
my head round what had happened, and getting nowhere.
What could I do with Kelly? Nip over to Maryland, pick her up, run away
and hide in the woods? Taking her away from Josh was pure fantasy: it would
only screw her up even more than she was already. It would only be
short-term, in any event: if the Firm wanted her dead, they'd make it happen
eventually. What about telling Josh? No need: the Firm wouldn't do anything
unless I failed. Besides, why stir him up any more than I had already?
I let my head drop and stared at my feet as we got to a station and
people fought each other to get on and off all at the same time. I got
shoved and jostled and gave an involuntary gasp of pain.
As the carriage repacked itself for the journey under the Thames, a
pissed-off voice on the PA system told everybody to move right down inside
the cars, and the doors eventually closed.
I didn't know if the Yes Man was bluffing any more, probably, than he
knew if I was. But it made no difference. Even if I did expose the job, that
wouldn't stop Sundance and Trainers taking their trip to Maryland. There
were enough Serb families short of a kid or two because Dad hadn't gone
along with the Firm's demands during the latest Balkan wars, and I knew it
hadn't stopped there.
Try as I might, I couldn't stop myself picturing Kelly tucked up in
bed, her hair spread in a mess over the pillow as she dreamt of being a pop
star. The Yes Man was right, they did look both wonderful and vulnerable
like that. My blood ran cold as I realized that the end of this job wouldn't
put an end to the threats. She would be used against me time and again.
We stopped at another station and the crowd ebbed and flowed once more.
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. I was starting to get pins and
needles in my legs. No matter which way I looked at it, my only option was
to kill the boy.
No, not a boy, let's get this right, just as the Yes Man said, he was a
young man some of those weapons being cocked in the aircraft hangar all
those years ago had been held by people younger than him.
I had fucked up big-time. I should have killed him yesterday when I had
the chance. If I didn't do this job Kelly would die, simple as that and I
couldn't let that happen. I wouldn't fuck up again. I'd do what the Yes Man
wanted, and I'd do it by last light Friday.
The train stopped again and most of the passengers left for their jobs
in the City. I was knackered and fell into a seat before my legs gave out.
As I wiped the beads of sweat off my brow, my mind kept going back to Kelly,
and the thought that I was going to Panama to kill someone just so that Josh
could have her to look after. It was madness, but what was new about that?
Josh might not exactly be my mate, these days, but he was still the
closest thing I had to one. He'd talk through gritted teeth, but at least
he'd talk to me about Kelly. She'd been living with Josh and his kids since
mid-August, just a couple of weeks after her therapy sessions had ended
prematurely in London when the Yes Man handed me the sniper job.
She hadn't fully recovered from her PTSD (post-traumatic stress
disorder), and I didn't know whether she ever would. Seeing your whole
family head-jobbed took some recovering from. She was a fighter, just like