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.""Debrief this.I was in the desert and it was hot and everybody's safe and I planted the skyjacker in the sand and that's that.End of debriefing.""Don't get upset.It's just that I wanted to talk to you.""Where's Chiun? Talk about that.""He's away," Smith said."He didn't go back to Sinanju again, did he?""No.""He's where, Smitty? Where is he?""He's on an errand," Smith said."An errand? Chiun wouldn't do an errand for the Shah of Iran if he came back to life.Is he on assignment?"Smith hesitated a moment."Something like that.""Where is he?""I can't really tell you that.Now if you'll just-""Smitty," said Remo, "I'm going to hang up.But before I go I want you to listen carefully.""Yes?" said Smith, leaning into the phone.In Utah, Remo brought the palm of his hand to the telephone speaker with such force that the receiver snapped into pieces.Smith howled in pain but he howled into a dead telephone.Remo was gone.Chapter 8The black car pulled up so silently that he did not hear it coming.The tinted window on the driver's side opened just a crack.He could not see the driver.The gunman with the scar down the right side of his jaw stepped from his own car and walked over to the other vehicle.Every window, even the windshield, was tinted so dark that in the weak light of the underground garage on the Canadian side of the Detroit River, he could not see the driver, except as a deep shadow in the deeper darkness of the car's interior."Williams?" the invisible driver asked."Call me Remo," the gunman said."Nice car.Never saw one like it.""I'd be surprised if you had.It's Lavallette's big surprise, the Dynacar.I stole it."An envelope was pushed out the crack of the car window."Here.I'm paying you for the Lavallette hit.I want Mangan taken out next.There's an address in the envelope.It's a woman Mangan visits every Thursday night.You can get him there.""I haven't got Lavallette yet," the gunman said."You did fine.Follow the plan and take them in the order I give you.There's plenty of time to get Lavallette at the end of this.I don't mind if he's sweating a little bit.""I could have finished him at the news conference," the gunman said."I had time.""You did right.I told you no head shots and you followed instructions.I want Page 35ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlthem all looking good for their funerals.It's not anybody's fault that Lavallette was wearing a bulletproof vest.""I've got a reputation to live up to," the gunman said."When I clip a guy, I don't like him planning press conferences later.""We follow the plan.Take them in order.And no head shots."The gunman counted the money in the envelope, then shrugged."It's your show,"he said."That letter to the paper.Was that your idea?"The unseen driver said softly, "Yes.I thought we could raise a little smoke screen.It might make things a little tougher for you though.""How's that?" the gunman said."They might be expecting you.Probably more security."The gunman shook his head."None of it matters to me.""I love dealing with professionals," the driver said."Now get Mangan."The tinted window sealed automatically and without any engine sound at all, the sporty black car slid up the garage ramp and out toward the street, like a fleet ghost.The gunman who called himself Remo Williams got into his car and waited as he had been instructed to do.It was a flaky contract and he did not like flaky contracts.They were unprofessional.He would have preferred a clean hit on a boat somewhere or under an overpass at night.Strictly business.This deal smelled too much like a personal vendetta.He checked his watch.Five minutes had passed and he started his car and drove from the garage.There was no sense in spooking the client.By now he would be far enough away.A good professional watched out for the details.The details were everything.It would just be bad form to leave the garage right on his tail and two minutes later find yourself stopped next to him at a traffic light.Things like that made clients nervous
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