No Time Left by David Baldacci Read Free Book Online

NO TIME LEFT
    F RANK B ECKER was exceptionally good at his job and took great pride at being so exceptionally good. He took his client’s orders promptly
     and carried them out with professionalism and attention to detail. This was not simply being a sound businessman or even demonstrating
     altruism. It was very much in Becker’s interests to sweat the details, to obsess over them in fact. If he wanted to survive.
    He was a small man with an ego many times the size of his body. A fat baby, he’d grown into a trim, methodical adult who did
     not overindulge in anything. He was single, lived quietly except when he was working, and had seen a large slice of the world
     because in his particular area of expertise there were no borders. He never expected to marry because that would be complicating,
     and he never desired to have children because that would be pointless.
    He now stood outside on the curb in front of a modern building in the middle of a city that had seen more prosperous days.
     It was making a comeback of sorts, to the extent that steel, asphalt, and concrete and the populations that reside in and
     on them can have second chances. And it was a historical city with many sites of cultural significance that could draw tourists.
    Becker didn’t care about any of this. He had flown here for one reason only and it had nothing to do with tourist sites or
     second chances.
    He lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out his nostrils as he’d watched his father do when Becker was a child. For many years
     he’d longed to release smoke out his nostrils like his father. While some sons pantomimed shaving while watching their old
     man, Becker had watched his dad smoke and exhale, memorizing the technique and the timing. And at age sixteen he’d accomplished
     his goal, but not without some coughing and hacking. Now he’d become an expert at nostril smoke exhalation, and he did it
     with a certain style. That was one of only two things he did that made him stand out a bit. In every other aspect of his life,
     Becker blended right into the crowd. The bland suits he wore, the low decibels of his speech, his everyman’s features, and
     the vacant expression in his eyes were all designed to place everyone’s attention on any location other than him.
    He drew a bit of tobacco off his tongue as his gaze flickered like a dying light bulb at the tall, thin man in the excellent
     suit where each jacket cuff showed the exact same margin of white shirt underneath. He was pushing through the glass double
     doors of the downtown office building and began walking down the street. Becker bought a newspaper from a vendor and headed
     in the same direction. The other fellow was a prosperous and pleased-looking gent principally because he was very successful
     at what he did. Indeed, he owned the building he’d just exited. He’d accumulated lots of money, all of it legally, and gave
     a substantial portion of it away to good works. He was married to a lovely and refined woman and with her had had three bright
     children who would soon make their positive marks on the world. He had few enemies in the world.
    But as Becker knew, it took only one determined adversary to change your life.
    Becker folded the paper in half and carried it under his left arm, leaving his right one free to swing the umbrella he carried.
     It didn’t necessarily look like rain today but the weather person had cautioned folks that morning that a thunderstorm was
     certainly possible given the recent atmospheric potboilers of heat and humidity. He wore gloves though the day was not cold.
     This was the second thing he did that was out of the ordinary, but vanity left him no option. The gloves were black leather
     and had cost him two hundred dollars. He considered them well worth the price.
    The fellow up ahead had his daily rituals. A walk during lunchtime was one of them. From watching him the past four days Becker
     knew that he would head south down one