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The companionway was carpeted a plush red, further muffling his
approach.
The human sounds led him two doors down, to his left. He reached the
closed door.
A kick that sent the wood panel splintering inward off its hinges
powerhoused him through.
The Executioner went in low, the Beretta up and spitting.
Mack Bolan was here to deliver the final tab from Mother Universe for a
lifetime of violent and merciless exploitation.
The yacht Traveler was owned by financier Leonard J. Jericho - fugitive
financier, financier Puerto Rico-style.
Jericho was Bolan's target.
The Executioner had long been aware of Lenny Jericho and the man's
shadowy dealings in high places. The name had come up more than once during
Bolan's previous war.
But Jericho was always an illusive presence: a vicious, hungry
cannibal, the same age as Bolan, who personally directed a widespread web of
activities (read: crimes) from any number of secret bases around the world
that neither the authorities nor the majority of Jericho's own associates
could ever identify.
For Bolan it was simple cat and mouse. Easy to identify, easy to hit,
easy to git. Easy to mark up as one more scene for Stony Man to cleanse
while the authorities blinded themselves with dollar signs and international
law.
Except that Bolan would never have allied himself with the get-Jericho
forces if his own ally was not personally imperiled. That made it a whole
different game.
Jericho was under federal indictment charging him with looting an
estimated three hundred million dollars from Paris-based Investors
International Services Limited. The globe-trotting financier was also
accused by Senate investigators of masterminding a thirty-million-dollar
bribe network that had reached into the White House itself during two recent
administrations.
The CIA also suspected him of Central American gunrunning.
Jericho had the money and the brains to stay out of the picture, yet he
controlled the picture itself, bartering souls with an impunity bought by
bribery, fear, murder.
Thanks to the Puerto Rican authorities, the Justice Department had
finally gotten a handle on Jericho. The man was tolerated but not loved in
his place of exile. The guy's connections to international organized crime
were particularly visible in both Puerto Rico and the Bahamas, and the
rumors were that Jericho had been busy establishing a new heroin pipeline
for the tattered remains of some of the U.S. Mafia families.
The Puerto Ricans had eventually planted an undercover agent in the
middle echelon of the Jericho Bahamas organization, and the agent had picked
up tremors of something of even greater import.
The agent's name was Evita Aguilar.
Eve was Bolan's friend and she had been his lover.
She possessed the unmistakable capacity for living large.
Bolan had first met the female firestorm during his war against the