Chapter 78

  Ivan sat in his cell and tried to think of a way out of his situation. He had no intention of spending the rest of his life behind bars. Unfortunately, he was on his own. He knew his employer had connections worldwide but not in this country. His employer probably had no idea where he was or what happened in Phuket because the counterattack came so quickly. He was on his own.

  The interrogation techniques used by the Israelis weren’t as bad as he was led to believe. And the CIA interrogators were just a bunch of pussies. It was hard telling them to go “fuck themselves” because his jaw was wired shut, but they understood the universal sign language. What he had a hard time figuring out was their line of questioning. He was wanted for murder in half a dozen countries, yet they didn’t seem concerned with that, nor did they bring it up. No matter how they phrased or rephrased it, they wanted to know who hired him for the jobs in Phuket and Prague. Who hired you? Was it the same employer? How were you paid? How long have you worked for them? How did they contact you? The questions went on and on.

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  He had never met whoever it was behind the money. He was hired by Smith over a year ago, but Smith took his orders from someone much higher up the food chain. They were cautious about that. But on a night of heavy drinking, Smith let it slip who he was taking orders from. Now, he had a bargaining chip, and he intended to use it as a get-out-of-jail-free card.