Hard Kill (Jon Reznick, #2)

by J.B. Turner

school, for nearly four months. He’d paid for the tickets, the fancy hotel room, not to mention Springsteen at Madison Square Garden. But he was in Meyerstein’s debt. He owed her. “You need to tell me more.” SAC Richards sighed. “I’ve only been told what I need to know.” “What exactly do you know?” “We need to find someone.”

on deception.” “I think you might be looking into this too much.” Malone bit his lower lip and looked at Reznick. “Maybe not. OK, let’s see where we are. Psychologically?” Meyerstein shrugged. “He seems, on the surface, to have it all. A very privileged background.” “On the surface, maybe,” said Malone. “But I think he meets two out of the three criteria

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walls. “I see. Well, you’d better show her in.” Meyerstein stepped into the room. Mrs. Black looked at her husband. “Can I get you a coffee or tea, darling?” He shook his head. “I’m fine, thank you.” “Assistant Director? Coffee or tea?” Meyerstein smiled. “No, thanks. I’m good.” Mrs. Black shut the door behind