Day 50 (The DMT Series Book 2) by Erik Hamre Read Free Book Online Page B

likely correct. The CIA wouldn’t send hitmen after Cameron. That wasn’t how they operated, MKULTRA or not. The scary conclusion was that someone else had sent the hitmen.
    “What’s going to happen now? We killed two people, dad, two cops.”
    “They weren’t cops, Cameron.”
    “How can you be so sure?”
    “Trust me, I just know.” And Adam knew they hadn’t been real cops. They had arrived by speedboat, and they had been wearing police uniforms. That much was true. Adam had understood something was off the second they stepped on board Mimi though. Yes, they were off the coast of Mexico, but even the Mexican police didn’t behave like these two guys, not even the corrupt ones on the drug cartels’ pay-roll. When one of the pretend-cops had reached for his gun Adam had been expecting it. Within seconds both the would-be assassins were down. One had a kitchen knife sticking out of his chest, the other a broken neck.
    Thinking on his feet, Adam had told Cameron to get rid of the speedboat. As he watched his daughter disappear in the horizon he had managed to get a few words out of the guy with the knife still lodged in his chest. It had been a short interrogation though. Adam hadn’t dared asking too many questions. He had been afraid of himself. Afraid he had gotten too soft since leaving the army, afraid he would change his mind and take the guy to a hospital if he managed to reveal too many personal details about himself. But the guy had been professional about it. He had known the game was over. He had taken one quick look at the knife in his chest and proceeded to give Adam an understanding nod. He hadn’t bothered begging for his life, hadn’t cried or whimpered. He had simply asked Adam for a cigarette.
    So for a few minutes they had been sitting there in the silence of the ocean, two professional soldiers, sharing a cigarette. Adam had of course asked the guy who had hired him, but as expected he got no answer. He hadn’t needed one either, because Adam already knew. He had in fact been waiting for it. Just before the guy took his last breath, Adam had casually mentioned his name. It was enough to spur a reaction. For a moment the fake cop’s pupils had expanded slightly. It wasn’t a foolproof system, but in the absence of a lie detector it was the best Adam had. Adam had been trained extensively in interrogation techniques and the guy had just revealed everything Adam needed to know. Cody had finally decided to follow in his dad’s footsteps, to become a murderer to protect his secret. To murder the only living person who knew what he really was - because she was the same. Adam had understood it could happen any day after he had heard the first news reports about a new religion that was converting thousands of people in developing countries. Codyism, the followers called it. A new prophet had arrived, a new Messiah; a blind and paralysed man who possessed the power to heal the weak and cure the sick.
    Adam knew Cody was no new Messiah. He was just a young angry man, a frustrated man who unfortunately had been robbed of his freedom and family.
    A man who had lost everything.
    A man who had nothing to lose.
    Such a man could become very dangerous. Especially when he had a bunch of fanatics following him.
    And now he was hunting Cameron and Adam.
     
     
     
     

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    Alejandro poured a cup of tea, and sat down on the couch opposite Cody’s bed. Cody was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling with his hollow eye sockets.
    “So they’ve just disappeared?”
    “Correct,” Alejandro answered. “They were supposed to report back yesterday, but unfortunately all communication has ceased.”
    “And you are certain it was Cameron?”
    “They emailed a picture of the boat. It was Adam and Cameron.”
    “So what now? Should we assume they are dead?”
Alejandro nodded. “We would be best off assuming they are dead. And we would be best off assuming that Adam and Cameron are more resourceful than