Sergei’s suicide was the final straw. The needless death of his Russian lover had pushed him over the edge. Now he was rabbiting. For the moment he was warrened in a safe house in Munich, but he doubted it would be safe too much longer, then he’d be on the run again. He hoped Morgenstern had been able to get him dummy papers through his organization. In the meantime, there was nothing to do but wait. Sit and wait. And hope Sloan’s men didn’t find him before the aging Jew was able to arrange safe passage for him. He thought back. over the events of the last s1x' months, reviewing them all in his mm’d like a reel of movie film going backwards.
The moment he’d burst into Sloan’s office and found himself facing the forty-five automatic, he’d known the order had been issued before he’d even, started the mission. Any difficulty with Jefferson and. terminate his contract with extreme prejudice. It would have worked too, if Sloan hadn’t been such an asshole. He couldn’t get the job done neatly. Instead he had to gloat, to toy with his…