November
Kauai, Hawaii
Maria tightened the straps of her backpack as she ascended the steep and muddy trail. She planned to go only as far as the first valley, about three miles in, before turning around. It was a beautiful, sunny day it had rained a little overnight, but the sky was clear now and it afforded her a spectacular view of the dramatic cliffs of the Na Pali coastline.
It was the third day of her trip to Hawaii, and it had been two months since her last job. Shed spent the time traveling far and wide, but planned to have a few weeks of relaxation in the 50th state. Long holidays were one benefit of her occupation, and she took advantage of the breaks.
She passed a mile marker and rounded a bend in the trail. From there she could see far below the aqua waters of a coral lagoon. This place is gorgeous. I could stay here all day.
She decided to take a rest for lunch, and sat down on a nearby rock. She peeled a banana and watched hikers pass by as she ate. They have no idea who I am, she thought. They see me in my t-shirt, shorts, and hiking boots and think Im just one of them. They pass me and say hello, these friendly tourists, not knowing that I could kill them faster than lightning. She looked wistfully over the jagged cliffs plunging into the ocean below.
Marias reverie was broken by the sight of someone coming up the trail. His white hair and goatee, his face from a distance, she couldnt be sure, but it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. It cant be him. How could he find me here? She unzipped her backpack, reached in, and gripped her 9mm. As he got closer, she knew who it was with certainty.
He addressed her. "Thats not an easy first mile!" He panted as he came to sit down next to her. "Im too old for this".
"Hello, Patrick," she said icily.
"And a good morning to you, Maria!" he said cheerfully. "You can put that thing away; if Id wanted to kill you, I had some clear shots across the switchbacks back there".
"Ill keep my fingers on it, thank you".
"As you wish". He wiped the sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief. "You know, I thought I was in pretty good shape for a 45-year-old man, but I guess Im not. You were just trucking up the hill! Of course, youre a lot younger than me. How old are you now?"
"You know how old I am".
"Youre about 32, arent you? Thats a good age".
"A good age for what? To die?".
He laughed out loud. "Oh, Maria! Im telling you, Im not here to kill you".
"Then why exactly are you here, and why are you following me, and how the hell did you find me?"
"Ill get to that in a minute," he answered. "Hi!" He waved cordially to another group of hikers passing by.
She interrogated her visitor. "Are you still getting airline flight manifests from your pals in Washington?"
"Well, I cant reveal my sources, but a guy builds a network of friends after that much time in DC. It was easy to find you here, and everybody goes to the Na Pali coast right away, so I just . . ".
"You just followed me up here. Why? Tell me why, or I swear Ill blow you off this cliff". She began to pull the gun out of her backpack.
"Hold it! Calm down, Maria! Its not me that you should worry about". He held her wrist and pushed her hand away from the gun. "Those same friends in DC had some news that you might be interested in".
"Go on".
"Well, you remember that Serb paramilitary goon you terminated two years ago?"
"Alex Markovic? Of course. So?"
"It turns out that some of his gangland friends werent happy about it, and they want you dead".
She huffed. "Thats the news? You came all the way here just to tell me that?"
"And to do some diving off Niihau. Its really great out there".
"There are many people who want me dead, Patrick. I live with this every day. Whats so special about Markovic?"
"His associates have the resources and the grudge quotient to carry it out. Maria, this isnt one of your typical New Jersey Mafia types who cant find their way out of a paper bag. He has connections to old KGB intelligence sources. Im telling you, and I should know these things, that these guys are mean. You stepped into some serious political and criminal shit with that job".
Maria kicked a rock and sent it tumbling down the side of the cliff into the dense tropical forest. "Why are you telling me this, Patrick? What do you care? For all I know, one of those New Jersey guys is going to hire you next to hit me".
The man looked down at his hands. Almost in a whisper he said, "Maria, you know I dont do that. Id never take that kind of job".
She shook her head. "For the right price, you would. Youd fry me and feed me to the sharks down there if you got paid to do it".
"No, never".
"Damn you! Everybody knows that youre one of the few who could pull it off".
"Maria, please . . ".
"Its true! Every time theyve tried to send someone to finish me, Ive snuffed them. You . . . Im vulnerable around you, and they all know it". She put her head in her hands. "Youre going to kill me someday, Patrick. I just know it".
"Fine, if thats what you think!" He was upset; his finger trembled as he pointed it at her. "You keep living in fear of me. But Im here as a friend to tell you that if you return to Los Angeles, Markovics men are going to be waiting for you in droves. Thats your most immediate threat. I dont care what you do, but youd better change your flight and youd better find another safe house when you get back, because its real and it WILL go down. Youve been warned, Maria".
With that he stood up and began to go back down the trail. She watched him descend the
slope, blood-red with iron-rich soil.
December
Corona del Mar, California
Several weeks had passed since Marias return from her vacation, and there had been no sign of anyone on her trail. She was beginning to wonder if Patrick had lied to her for some reason about Markovic. Just to be safe, she moved to a new apartment and kept an especially low profile.
She walked into the garden of the house owned by her client, Teresa Wu. There was a spectacular view of the Pacific Ocean from the patio where Ms. Wu sat talking on a cell phone. She motioned to her guest to have a seat, then finished her conversation.
"Can I get you anything to drink, Maria?" Teresa asked the hit woman.
"No, Im fine, thank you".
Teresa took a sip from a glass of lemonade. "Do you like this place? You havent been to this one before, have you?"
Maria shook her head. "Youre always on the move, like me. But it seems nice for now".
"It is, for now. Listen, Maria, I know youre a professional and I know you dont need me to lecture you about the Nicholas Locatelli job . . ".
"I made some tactical errors. Im sorry about the mess; I didnt realize hed have so many foot soldiers there protecting the place that day".
Teresa interrupted her, "You dont need to explain; I dont know how you do what you do, so I cant possibly critique your work". She looked at Maria reproachfully. "All I know is that you made a lot of noise in the process of completing the assignment. Its not like you".
"I know". Maria looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Youll get the balance of your fee; dont worry. I dont want to get on your bad side," she smiled. "William will handle the details for you". She pointed to her lieutenant who was sitting across the table.
"Then what business do we have to discuss today?"
"Another job".
After the last job from Teresa, she was skeptical and weary. She also had a lingering fear that Patricks warning was real, and that she should devote her energy to protecting herself. "Very well, Teresa. What is it?"
"Just a quick, easy one; consider it as a way to appease me, the evil goddess of fire, or whatever the fuck I am. William will give you more information. And thank you for your help. I have the greatest confidence in you".
She stood up and walked out with her driver and bodyguards.
Maria rose and sat next to Teresas right hand man, William Tang.
"Why does she have to play that phony shit with me, William? I have the greatest confidence in you. What kind of sarcastic, ass-licking talk is that?"
"Calm down, Maria," William chided her. "How do you know I dont tell her what you say about her behind her back?"
"Because you know Id put a bullet in your head if you did?"
William laughed out loud. "Oh, you are one mean lady, you know that?"
"Thanks, Will. I like your candor. Now fuck off".
William shuffled a newspaper around and leaned forward. "So tell me about the Locatelli job. Sounds like it was a real war zone. Back in September the news was all over that juicy story: twenty-one crimelord types killed in one swoop. Police still looking for the killers. More than one killer, of course. But not looking too hard you do their job for them".
"I try".
"Have you ever murdered so many at once?"
"Of course not. What, do you like to live vicariously through me?"
"Hey, I dont have the balls that you do, so what else am I to do?" He leaned in closer, an excited twinkle in his eye. "So how did you do it? Did you dress up in those sexy assassin clothes?"
"I did, and I nearly paid for it by wearing some damn boots with high heels. I had to do a lot of running, and it wasnt easy. Next time Im just going to wear my running shoes".
"So how did you get in?"
"The usual way. I got them thinking below the belt and caught them with their pants down. A few bullets later and they were all history".
William was enthralled. "So what happened next? The press wasnt allowed to know all the details".
Maria wasnt used to being so rigorously debriefed. "Theres not much to say, William. There were more guards than I expected, so I had to pull out all the stops. Like with the guys I blew away in the elevator".
"In the elevator?"
"Yeah, they sent some guards up to catch me. The idiots all got on the same elevator, and surprise! I was waiting for them. As soon as the doors opened, I messed them up really bad. Used my H&K".
"A machine gun? Maria, you didnt! Nasty!"
"Hey, I dont have time to be playing Chutes & Ladders with these people. Sometimes brute force wins out over style. Im getting jaded. I like to have more firepower. A good snipers rifle is fine for one-offs, but this was a major operation. Besides, I kind of like the way the automatic looks and feels. . ". She pretended to fire a machine gun in her hands, making the tchk-tchk-tchk sound of the weapon.
"I always knew you got a kick out of your job, but now I think youre really crazy".
"I cant help it if it turns me on".
William raised an eyebrow. "You mean that in a sexual way?"
Maria moved closer to him so that her lips were just a few inches away from his face. She spoke in a low, silky tone. "Let me tell you: when I have my 9mm pressed against some guy, and hes willing to do anything, ANYTHING, I want him to do . . . when I make him beg and plead for mercy, make him tell me Im beautiful, make him lick my boots . . . when I feel the cold, hard steel of the gun in my hands . . . when I stand over them as I watch them twitch and jerk as they die . . . thats power. And power is quite an aphrodisiac. So to answer your question, my naïve friend, I do mean it in a sexual way". She kissed William, then pushed him away.
William was out of breath. "Well, Maria. I almost want to be one of your victims after that description".
"Be careful what you wish for".
"So how was your vacation?" William asked her.
"Not long enough. But it was fine, up until the end in Hawaii".
"What was wrong with Hawaii?"
"Nothing. Its just . . . I ran into someone I know".
A devilish smile crossed Williams face. "Whos this? A lover, perhaps?"
"Shut up, William. I dont want to talk about it".
"Okay, if you insist. Lets go inside and talk".
They went inside the house. Maria lay down on a sofa in the living room, her legs hanging over the side, her high-heeled sandals dangling from her toes. "Does the Ice Queen have any liquor in this place?"
"Lets conduct some business first".
"Fine. Leave the hired killer thirsty, thats a smart idea".
William handed her a folder.
"Your next assignment is a man named Yi-Chien Fong. Hes a Silicon Valley venture capitalist. Hes married to one of Teresas friends, and the woman wants him dead. Obviously, she has the coin to do it".
"Hes a what?" Maria snapped at him. "She thinks she can get me to do work for her poker partners? What the hell kind of job is this?"
"Its easy money, it will restore her confidence in you, and you have little choice, so I suggest you be quiet and listen!" William yelled back.
"Restore her confidence in me? How many jobs have I done successfully for her? Ive put away dozens of men for her without so much as a blip on the radar screen. One hit raises suspicions and now Im the fucking garbage man!"
"Just listen, Maria".
"How much?"
"Listen to me".
"How much, dammit?"
"Two hundred-fifty thousand".
Maria looked hard at him. "What?"
"You heard me. Look, this woman can afford that ten times over. Shes very upset about her husbands philandering, and she has some financial advantage to his death as well. So are you game?"
"For that much, Ill have bits of him bottled and stocked on supermarket shelves".
"Good".
William briefed Maria and showed her to the door.
"Good luck," he said. "Until we meet again".
"Bye".
On the way out she stopped and turned around. "By the way, William; you wouldnt happen to know about any Serb activities going on in L.A. these days, would you?"
He looked surprised. "Serb? No, not really. There are always a few of them hanging around, but theyre usually just terrorizing the locals. Why do you ask?"
She waved her hand. "Oh, its probably nothing. Someone told me there might be a Serb cell in Los Angeles looking for revenge for a hit I made a couple of years ago".
"Who told you that? Was this the same person you ran into in Hawaii?"
"Never mind, William".
He shrugged his shoulders. "Maria, I wouldnt worry if I were you. Are you familiar with the Greek myth of Atalanta?"
"No, professor. Please tell".
William leaned against the doorway of the house and began to tell the story. "She was a young, beautiful woman who was also the fastest of all mortals. No man could beat her in a foot race. She was tired of being hit upon by sleazy suitors, so she issued a challenge: any man that could defeat her in a race she would agree to marry; all who lost would be put to death. Needless to say, scores of men went to their deaths trying to win the hand of Atalanta. One day, a humble man I cant recall his name prayed to the gods and Aphrodite especially that he would defeat Atalanta and marry her. Aphrodite came to his aid and gave him three, magical golden apples.
"When he raced Atalanta, he threw an apple ahead of her. It mesmerized her and made her stop, look, and pick it up. The man gained ground on her, but she was still too fast for him. So he threw his second apple. Atalanta stopped to pick this one up, too, and the man drew closer. As she neared the finish line, he threw his last magical apple. Atalanta, apparently not immune to magic or bright fruit, was forced to stop and pick up the third apple. At this point, the man passed her and won the race. They were married . . ".
Maria interrupted. "And lived happily ever after? I dont think so. I think a few days into the honeymoon, Atalanta armed herself with a Glock and wasted that loser".
"Maybe so," William nodded. "But I often think of you in association with that story. No man is ever going to catch you, Maria, unless he has a magical, golden apple of his own".
She smiled. "Thanks, Will. Ill stay away from the fresh produce section of
the market".
January the following year
Los Angeles, California
Maria ran through the cool, morning mist along the wide, tree-lined boulevard that passed near her home. She liked to go for a morning run almost every day as a way to clear her thoughts and give her energy for the day ahead. The ocean fog still lingered over the city, casting a gray blanket over everything.
As she turned up her street she began to walk the three remaining blocks to her apartment. At the intersection of the last cross street, she could see her building ahead. She stepped into the intersection. The moment she did, she heard the loud crack of a high-caliber rifle being fired. Immediately she could feel an intense, burning pain where the bullet grazed her shoulder just below her neck. She dropped to her knees and instinctively grabbed the spot with her hand. The warm blood soaked her fingers.
Is this it? she wondered. Am I going to die here, in this intersection, right here and now? The fuck I am!
The sniper fired again, but missed. She stood up and ran as fast as she could toward her apartment.
Her mind raced. It cant be Patrick. He never wouldve missed. Maybe its the Serbs after all. She ran up the steps leading to the courtyard garden. Dont go in the apartment, Maria! She stopped to hide behind a tree. From there she could see the windows and balcony of her home. Through the leaves she could make out two men standing on her balcony, craning their necks, looking out onto the street to see if the sniper had made their job unnecessary. Those assholes are in my home! How dare they!
She knew that if she waited too long, the sniper would have her in his sights again from behind. She couldnt move forward into the courtyard because the two men would see her. She searched for a solution. . .
Seeing a large window next to her, she used her elbow to shatter the glass. She stepped into the apartment through the blinds. She ran into the bedroom, where a young woman was cowering in the sheets of her bed. The woman screamed in terror at the early-morning intruder.
Maria held up a bleeding hand and motioned for her to be quiet. "Shut up! Someones outside trying to kill me! If you scream, theyll know Im in here". The woman bit her lip. Maria pulled the little .22 out of the pocket of her running jacket and went to the bedroom window. The apartment dweller looked on in horror.
"Please . . . dont hurt me".
"Im not going to hurt you if you just shut up!" From the bedroom window she could see the sniper running across the street to join his colleagues.
This is my only chance to get out of here, she thought. Maria grabbed a flower vase and smashed the bedroom window. She turned and called to the woman, "If you want to live, follow me outside. Otherwise, theyll come in here and theyll kill you".
The woman sobbed. "No, please . . . this cant be happening".
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. "Police! Let us in!"
Maria turned to the woman. "When was the last time LAPD responded to a call in ten seconds? And did you hear that accent? Come on!" She pulled the woman out of the bed and helped her through the broken window. Maria followed her, and the two of them ran down the slope of the garden and onto the sidewalk.
Maria kept the woman next to her as the two ran down the sidewalk. "Dont worry; Im not going to shoot you," she told the woman. "This gun is for self-defense; those men broke into my apartment and shot me". She showed the woman the blood on her hand.
She knew the three men would be in hot pursuit. As they made their way, a black Jeep Cherokee turned the corner up her street. It was driving quickly and somewhat erratically. Maria immediately shoved the woman into some bushes in a nearby yard, jumped into them herself, and said, "Now youre going to do what I tell you, okay?" The woman just nodded her head in between sobs.
The Jeep pulled over to the left side of the street, facing the wrong way. It inched forward slowly as if it were looking for someone, waiting to pick up someone. As it passed by their location, Maria told the woman to get up.
"I want you to walk up to the driver of that Jeep and get him to stop. Make it look like youre scared, like someone broke into your apartment. Make him roll down the window and tell him he needs to call the police, got it? Dont let him know Im here, okay?"
The woman cried and nodded.
Maria pushed her. "Go!"
The woman ran up to the Jeep, sobbing and smeared with Marias blood. She motioned for the driver to roll down his window, but the man waved her away. Maria leapt out from the bushes and crept behind the truck as the woman distracted the driver. She grasped her little .22 as tightly as she could, but the pain of her gunshot wound was making her dizzy.
She went around to the passenger side, where she could hear the man yelling in a Slavic language, clearly agitated at the woman. Finally, he rolled down his window.
Well, shes done her job, Maria thought.
Maria aimed her .22 through the passenger side window. The woman on the other side saw her and covered her mouth in horror. The driver, seeing where her gaze was directed, turned and looked to his right. Maria fired one shot after another through the window. The bullets hit the man all over his upper body. Because it was a small caliber gun, the shots didnt kill him immediately. He tried to hit the accelerator, but the Jeep just lurched and jerked forward.
Maria ran around to the drivers side, reached through the open window, and unlocked the door. She pulled the door open and grabbed the driver, pulling him out of the vehicle and onto the street. As he lay there, she took the .22 and fired another shot at point blank range into his skull, finishing him off.
The apartment woman sat on the ground, stunned by what she just witnessed.
Maria jumped into the drivers seat and threw the Jeep into reverse. Like everyone else in the sleepy neighborhood, the Serbs heard the gunshots. They ran outside to see what was happening with their intended victim.
There goes the neighborhood, thought Maria as she watched the residents peek through windows, trying to ascertain what was happening on their street.
The three would-be assassins waved to the Jeep to pick them up. As they waved to the Jeep, they saw their driver lying in a pool of blood on the street. Confused, they looked up again at the Jeep.
See you later, boys! Maria turned the Jeep around and sped away.
By now, the sirens were clamoring in the distance. I guess I cant live in Los Angeles anymore. Thats one more city Im banished from. She jumped back into the Jeep, but she knew shed have to find another car somewhere if she wanted to escape. She felt her wound again; it was still bleeding, but not as much as before. Medical attention wouldnt be a problem; Teresa Wu had doctors on call to help with these things.
As she drove away, Maria remembered what Patrick had told her about Markovics people: "Theyll be waiting for you in droves". She could feel the ghosts of the dead haunting her, always just over