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vacuum. Rachel murmured in her sleep, and grabbed a hank of Tam’s long hair in her damp little fist.
    She thought of Novak, Georg, all the rest. She thought of the prickle on her neck. Reptile brain, warning her she was being stalked.
    The resolve burned itself into Tam’s mind like a brand.
    Just try and take her away from me. Go ahead, try. Watch who dies, and how fast.
    Budapest, Hungary
    “Are you keeping him under strict surveillance, András? Your men should not take their eyes off him for a second. Vajda is a highly trained secret agent. He can melt into thin air before you know it. Who do you have watching him? When did they last report?”
    András sighed, inwardly, folded his massive arms over his barrel chest, and carefully modulated his voice. It would not do to display impatience when mafiya boss Gabor Novak used that fretful, querulous tone. “Bede and Gálas reported to me exactly six minutes ago,” he repeated. “He is at the Országos Traumatólogiai Intézet, and he has not moved from the old man’s bedside, except to piss, for three straight days. Csobán hacked into the patient database, and it tells us that Imre Daroczy is due to be discharged from the hospital at midday. We can make our move this evening, when they are back at Daroczy’s apartment, if you like.”
    “If I like?” Novak repeated. “If…I… like ? What do you mean, if I like?” Novak turned his poisonous green gaze upon his second in command, purplish lips drawing back from long, yellowed teeth like some fanged beast. “You think this is a matter of liking, András? You think this is a fucking whim ?”
    András schooled his face to utter impassivity. “No, boss. Not at all,” he soothed. “Of course, we will act as soon as possible, but the Országos is too public a place to abduct them. We must be patient. We must wait until they—”
    “Patient? Don’t talk to me about patience! He told me she was dead!” Daddy Novak spat the words out. “Georg told me that treacherous snake Tamara Steele choked to death on her own blood the day Kurt was killed. He lied to me! Why did he lie, András? Why?”
    The gazes of the other men standing around the table shifted, darted, uncertain where to land. The boss had been dangerously unpredictable since his son’s untimely death a few years ago. People died without warning when he used that tone of voice.
    The intercom buzzed, and András leaned over and punched it, intensely grateful for the diversion. “Yes?” he barked.
    “It is Jakab Lajtos,” the sentry said. “Georg Luksch sent him.”
    “I told Georg to come himself! Not to send one of his useless butt-lickers!” Novak snarled.
    The sentry hesitated, nervously. “Should I, ah, tell him to go?”
    “No. No. Send him in, send him in,” Novak muttered. “I want to talk to him.”
    Luckless dog, András thought. It was Jakab’s shit luck to happen upon the boss in one of his moods. There would be a mess to clean up today. Not that he was complaining. Better Jakab than András. Oh, much, much better.
    The door opened, and Jakab paused at the threshhold, sensing mortal danger. His polite smile faltered as his gaze darted from Novak’s wild grimace to the stony caution on the faces of the rest of the men. “Ah…Luksch sent me to see what you needed,” he said warily. “He could not come himself. He is in Odessa, attending to some problems at a munitions plant. There was a problem with the delivery of a load of—”
    “Do you see this thing, Jakab? This filthy thing?” Novak stabbed a skeletal finger toward the huge teak table that dominated the room. A golden torque, displayed in a black velvet box, lay upon it.
    The sentry shoved Jakab from behind. He stumbled forward into the room. “Ah…ah, I, ah—”
    “This thing is an insult to my son’s memory!” Novak’s pointing finger shook with the violence of his emotions. “That woman’s existence on this earth is an insult to his memory! And you knew