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done here.” He looked at his chief of staff. “Gerry, I want you to sit in on this conference call, okay?”
    “Yes, Mr. President,” he replied.
    Matthews stood. “Thank you, Mr. President.” He left the room and the door was closed again behind him.
    Heskith got to his feet and walked to the end of the table, picking up a remote and turning on the large screen facing them.
    “Are we good to go?” asked Cunningham.
    Heskith pressed a few buttons, looked at the president, and nodded. “We’re good, sir.”
    He sat back down in his seat, and after a moment the screen flickered into life. A man sitting behind a desk appeared on the screen. He was wearing a brown military suit, with medals adorning the left breast. Behind him was a North Korean flag.
    “Mr. President,” said the man in a broken English accent. “It’s been too long… my friend.”

5
ADRIAN HELL
    19:48 EDT
    I left Case’s Audi in the parking lot outside a grocery store and borrowed an old brown truck that was sitting next to it. I made it to Manchester without further incident and found a no-name, low-rent motel for the night.
    New Hampshire is similar to Maine in that you can walk pretty much anywhere and it will always feel like autumn. The sun’s beginning its descent, and the deep orange glow is lighting up the early evening sky.
    I’m standing on the street corner near the motel, trying to get my bearings. The last known location of the first name on my list is a hospital close to the Notre Dame Bridge, not far from the banks of the Merrimack River. According to a local, who I asked for directions, it should be on the opposite side of Lafayette Park from where I am now.
    Bit strange, though—a hitman working in a hospital.
    My spider sense is all over the place. I don’t doubt the information Case gave me for a second… Maybe I’m just a little shaken from the unexpected run-in with the CIA? Still, it’s not as if I have any alternative options, so I guess I’m going to see the doctor…
    I set off walking, making my way through the park and coming out the other side face-to-face with a Dunkin’ Donuts. Seriously, I saw, like, eight of these things as I drove through town earlier… I’m astounded there aren’t more fat people in New Hampshire!
    I can see the hospital up ahead on the other side of the street. I take a seat on a bench and study the building. There’s a semicircular driveway in front of the entrance designed for ambulances to get close to the doors in an emergency. To the left is the parking lot, which looks full—typical of most hospitals nowadays. I can see some staff loitering outside, having a quick cigarette on their break by the looks of it.
    The driveway is under cover where it meets the main doors, and I can just about see the curve of a black dome fixed to the brickwork, which houses the security cameras. They’ll have a full three-sixty degree view. No way am I getting inside without being caught on camera. It’s not worth the risk to just play it cool and stroll through, because I can guarantee every security feed west of Maine will now be monitored around the clock by the CIA—and probably the NSA and Homeland, too—following my altercation on the interstate earlier.
    No, I need to be discreet if I want to get in there. And how do I find the guy once I do? I doubt he’ll be wearing a nametag… I sigh, wishing to whatever god might be watching that I could call Josh and ask him for help. I’m useless on my own when it comes to shit like this.
    Ah, screw it.
    I cross the street at a casual pace and head through the main entrance, trying to make it look natural as I turn away from the camera so my face isn’t totally visible. If they’re running any kind of recognition software, a partial scan will take longer to get any hits, which buys me some time.
    Inside, I come to a reception area. The vanilla tiling on the floor stinks of disinfectant—that awful smell that always reminds you of