It was a simple kill.

It should have been a simple kill

Jan van Hoek was a mercenary and a very bad man. He had organized the massacre of three villages in the Republic of Cabinda-Itumba, on the west coast of Africa, and had received a medal from President Cosmo Manuel for his bravery in participating personally in the massacres. Over three-thousand people had died, men, women, children. Now he was in New York.

For Harry Bauer it was a simple kill. He had the intel. He was home, alone. Turn up, execute the job, go home leaving the world a slightly better place.

But somebody hadn’t done their homework, and when Harry turned up, Jan was with a woman, a woman who picked up her purse and walked away, having seen Harry’s face; a woman who turned out to be Jan’s daughter, who turned out to work for Afro-American Petrochemicals in New York.

A woman who was as beautiful as she was dangerous.

Maybe Harry should have remembered from the start, there is no such thing as a simple kill…