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tough time fighting my way through that crowd.” She turned back to Logan. “Tell you what. If I’m not unmasked later, want to hook up?”
    Maybe he’d been wrong about her.
    He gave her a second consideration. Was this one of the Banker’s famous “tests”? Logan’s heartbeat ticked up a notch. One wrong move and the Banker might pick up his toys and go home.
    Logan lived and died by his gut, and right now it was telling him she was not his contact. The one thing he couldn’t afford was to be indecisive. Maintaining an unemotional face, he said, “Thank you, but no.”
    She stood there a moment then smiled and shook her head as if she’d refused him, which the women could do, and walked off. She strolled up to a man who hadn’t warmed up to any woman since Logan had entered.
    The brunette didn’t seem the least bit deterred.
    Business as usual.
    Logan stretched his arms out and crossed them over his chest, doing a covert time check as he did. Eighteen minutes to 0030.
    He’d have come at the very last moment, but that would have been a risk if the Banker sent his contact early.
    If one of the women around Dragan had pinged for Dragan by now, he would have given Logan “the sign” of adjusting his glasses on his face and holding his chin with his left thumb and finger.
    Hadn’t happened yet.
    Logan never rushed an operation, but this one had been taking too long from the first minute he’d devised it. His team had endured eleven hellish months of establishing a reputation in the underworld as a team of elite mercenaries behind two deadly attacks in Bangkok and France. They’d also eliminated the group who had actually executed those attacks.
    Still no word from the Banker when Logan had put the word out he had the best team for the right money.
    Then his reputation got unexpected help in the form of his team being blamed for an attack his people hadn’t committed.
    Timing was everything.
    The next thing he knew, the Banker was shopping for an elite mercenary group. With the groundwork Logan had laid, it was clear to anyone serious in the terror business that there was no better team on the current market than Logan’s.
    The Banker clearly needed him after that failed attempt on the Pope and Vatican eight months ago.
    And Logan needed the Banker.
    One man inside INTERPOL actually knew the truth about Logan’s team and the deadly underworld reputation he’d created , because Logan had carried out covert operations for that agency in the past. But he couldn’t tell his INTERPOL liaison what he was really doing this time. Not when Logan was going after someone INTERPOL wanted badly and Logan had other plans for this package.
    He’d lost too many people in his life to risk any of his men who were brothers in belief. He wouldn’t have brought them on this mission if they hadn’t cornered him and demanded to be included.
    If this was only about himself he’d have refused, but this was about Yuri facing a brutal death, and soon.
    Eleven grueling months came down to tonight. Logan cut his eyes down at his watch. Seventeen minutes to go.
    The brunette came strolling back up.
    Persistent little thing. Could this really be the contact and he’d missed a cue?
    His uninterested bodyguard expression never changed. “Can I help you?”
    She smiled. “No, but I can help you.”
    Dragan hadn’t given him a signal and no other woman had approached Logan, so he gave this one his full attention. He was ready to get the hell out of here as fast as he and Nitro could do so without drawing attention. Logan shifted his head to face her and allowed the hint of a smile in his expression. “In that case, I’m listening.”
     

 
    CHAPTER 4
     
    Margaux had arrived six minutes early for tonight’s meeting and taken a strategic position near the roof edge of this thirty-seven-story building. Snake Eyes finally stepped into the chilly darkness shrouding the access door ten strides away.
    Should she pay him or kill