CHAPTER 85
Embassy jet
It had been so easy for them to fly to Florida unnoticed, and now to fly back with three cardboard sleeves of state-of-the-art explosives.
The pilots had their orders. Now that the connection to Alexander Egorov had been made, everything would happen at warp speed.
Had Nat and his people seen Elise or her?
They were on their ninth life, the grains of sand running quickly through the hourglass.
Anderson shook her head in disgust. How could I have been so complacent?
“What do you need me to do?” Elise Courville asked nervously.
“We need to be ready to execute this plan fucking soon, while we can still move without restrictions. If the Russians talk, they could connect us.”
“I could contact him,” Courville said.
“Absolutely not. He would sell us out in two seconds.” Anderson thought for a moment, then asked, “Elise, you have access to a car with diplomatic plates, right?”
Courville nodded.
“Excellent. I need to borrow it for a couple of days.”
Rowan Anderson smiled. It was time to kill the president.