The Bookkeeper: A Serialized Novel, Page 91
Two women, separated by decades; one a Mossad agent, trailing a war criminal in Central America, the other a prisoner in a concentration camp, trying to survive, bound together by one man: the Bookkeeper.
“Okay,” he said, when only the fumes lingered, “I’m ready.” As if he had a real choice in the matter.
“Good, I’m glad you’re being sensible in this matter,” she said as they both stood up. She gestured to the door, “After you.”
As he turned to walk towards the door, she closed the distance between them in a flash, the syringe already in her hand. Before he could react, she had stuck the needle in his neck and pressed the plunger down with her thumb.
“What…” he started to say, but instead he collapsed to the ground with a soft thud.
Setting the syringe down momentarily, she reached out and touched his leathery neck. She didn’t like the feel of his skin, but she had to check his pulse and make sure she hadn’t given him too much and killed him. With mixed emotion, she was able to find his heart beat almost immediately. She turned him onto his side on the off chance he vomited and choked to death and began to wipe down the room. It wouldn’t do to leave any clues that she had been there.
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