A Spy for Eternity: Nathan K, #7
By Stuart Jaffe
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Nathan K -- he can hold two souls in his body. If he dies, he loses one yet lives on with the other. As long as he replenishes his second soul, he cannot be killed. Nathan K is immortal.
OCEAN OF DEATH
When Nathan discovers two informants willing to turn against Larkin, his longtime rival, he has a chance to crack open his enemy's defenses. But nothing is ever simple for Nathan K. An assassin looking to make her name and a secret organization looking to destroy the Immortals cloud matters. Then Nathan's tech guru inserts herself in the action.
That would be difficult enough, but all these warring sides are stuck on a cruise liner in the middle of the Atlantic with nothing but endless ocean surrounding them.
And plenty of bullets.
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A Spy for Eternity - Stuart Jaffe
A Spy for Eternity
A Nathan K Thriller
Stuart Jaffe
For Glory
who told me this was the best Nathan K yet
(that’s a big deal coming from her)
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CHAPTER ONE
Nathan K buttoned his shirt as he checked his appearance in the cracked mirror mounted on the motel room door. New York City’s afternoon traffic rumbled by his window. As the sun lowered behind the city’s towering teeth, Nathan wrestled with a crucial, fundamental decision. On the bed, he had placed a shoulder holster and a belt holster. He chose the belt holster.
Are we going to discuss this?
Robin said in his ear.
Nathan adjusted the earpiece she had given him the night before he left Los Angeles. I don’t see the point. We each have our skills and those skills dictate where we are and what we do.
He threaded the holster through his belt so that it rested against his back. I know how to work in the field, so I’m here. You know how to work a computer, so there’s no need for you to be in harm’s way. You stay in California.
It was a simple argument, and though true, it avoided the further truth — that Nathan had the ability to hold two souls. Should he die, his second soul would leave his body, but his master soul would remain. As long as he regained a second soul, he was essentially immortal. While Robin knew how to hack her way in and out of every place a computer could go, she knew nothing of Nathan’s ability.
He intended to keep it that way.
Robin said, All I mean is that if I were there with you, this whole operation would go much easier.
The soulful-yet-twangy voice of Chris Stapleton played in the background, and the idea of Robin listening to country music nearly derailed Nathan’s thoughts. She went on, Trying to watch over you from across the country is silly. It’s possible, of course, I’m not denying that, but why are we wasting the time and resources when I could simply be there? You know, a conversation is much easier to have if I’m in the room with you.
It’s not a good idea.
I know what this is really about. After what happened in Colombia, you now want to get all protective about me. It’s sweet and insulting. I was there with you. I faced the violence, too. For crying out loud, I ran through the middle of a drug war with you.
Actually, I carried you through that battle.
Because I took a bullet. I think I’ve proved over and over that you can trust me and that I will not have a meltdown dealing with the kinds of things our work brings us. You don’t have to nanny me.
Nathan put on his jacket. No point in arguing about this. I’m here and you’re not. Let’s focus on our current job. We can deal with your desire to get shot at again another time.
From the chipped bedside table, Nathan grabbed his beloved handgun, Maggie. The 10mm Wilson Combat Classic had served him well, and he thought of it as an extension of his arm. He imagined a samurai warrior felt the same about his katana.
Securing Maggie in the belt holster, Nathan let his shirt cover it as he walked out of the rundown motel room. Outside, the evening air retained the heat of the summer day. It reminded him too much of South America.
He appreciated Robin’s enthusiasm but had come too close to losing her. Of course, she would die eventually, but if Nathan had any say in the matter, she would die with stringy gray hair, loose folds of skin, bony fingers, and the cracking voice of a woman over a hundred years old.
Through the earpiece, he could hear Robin typing away at the keyboard. He hailed a cab and checked the time — 6:30 pm. Giving the driver an address in Queens, Nathan sat back and watched the city roll by.
Have you found anything more on Robert Pittman?
he asked.
You haven’t given me much to go on.
That’s never stopped you before.
Robin snickered. I’d say the most interesting thing I found is how little there is to find. You sure you want to be meeting this guy? He has clearly gone to great lengths to keep his private life private. Costs a lot of money, too.
Don’t have a choice.
You’re the one who’s told me that we always have a choice.
Lowering his voice so that the cabbie could not overhear, Nathan said, I thought after I destroyed Larkin’s private island that I’d be done with him. At least, for a while. But then I got contacted by Pittman. He claims to have been one of the people who worked on that island.
And he suddenly wants to become an informant? Sounds fishy to me.
Why do you think I want you looking into him? The guy reaches me with an email and some unsubstantiated claims. But he knows about Larkin — even just knowing the name means he knows something. The odd thing is that the fact that you can’t find much of anything suggests he might be telling the truth. The Larkin Group is excellent at hiding themselves. Still, I’d like to have at least a picture of the guy.
Hold on,
Robin said, followed by a series of mouse clicks. That other name you had me look into — Carlo Silver — he’s also a bit of a ghost. Are you telling me that two guys approached you out of nowhere and both claim to be whistleblowers on the Larkin Group?
I don’t like it, either. But I can’t afford to turn away from the possibility that they are legitimately ratting on Larkin.
All the more reason that I should be there with you.
All the more reason you shouldn’t. I need you right where you are. I have no doubt you’re tracking my movements while still searching for any and all information you can find on Pittman and Silver. You’re like a guardian angel.
I don’t recall ever seeing guardian angels portrayed as black lesbians.
Then you can be the first.
I’m honored.
Twenty minutes later, the cab dropped Nathan off on 88th Street — not too far south of LaGuardia Airport. It was a quiet neighborhood by New York standards, and a quick scan of those walking about suggested a large Korean population. Nathan proceeded down the block, crossed the street, and stopped at a four story walk-up.
The old building, probably built in the 1920s, had a granite lobby with hallways off to the left and right. The main stairwell began a few feet ahead. To his right, Nathan saw a bank of mailboxes and a harsh-faced, lanky man sitting on a wooden stool.
The man lifted his head from his phone. He wore an ill-fitting suit, and as he stood, many of its wrinkles remained. Yous here to see Pittman?
Nathan put out his arms and allowed the man to frisk him. Once he finished, the man opened the mailbox on the far left of the bank. He put out his hand.
With a nod, Nathan handed over Maggie. He had to admit that he liked the move — the man never let on how much information he pulled from the frisking, so it was up to Nathan to decide how many weapons to admit holding. Under other circumstances, he might have considered trying to keep the knife hidden in his belt; however, he needed Pittman to feel in control. After giving the man the knife, Nathan turned toward the stairs.
Not yet,
the man said. Phone, too.
Nathan’s ear buzzed. Don’t do it,
Robin said. If I can’t talk to you, I can’t warn you.
The man snapped his fingers. Don’t be a hardass.
Nathan surrendered his phone and earpiece. The man placed these items with the weapons in the mailbox. With a casual gesture, he indicated that Nathan was free to use the stairs.
As Nathan started his climb, he wondered why they would allow him to be alone, unescorted. He soon learned the answer. On every landing and on every floor, armed guards stood. If Nathan wanted to go anywhere he was not supposed to be, there were plenty of men positioned to stop him.
When he reached the fourth floor, the guard stationed there frisked him one more time. Then Nathan was escorted down the hall to the door on the end. The guard opened the door and motioned with a nod for Nathan to enter.
Nathan walked into a large apartment appointed with rich, wooden furniture and enough flora to start a greenhouse. An arched window encompassed one wall while an oversized desk dominated the opposite wall. The gentle song of two parakeets floated from a cage nestled between two wide-leaf plants.
Nothing about this seemed right. The security made more sense if Nathan visited a Mafia don, and the extravagant décor spoke of old money. None of it appropriate for a clandestine meeting. Especially for a man about to rat out the Larkin Group — a wealthy, powerful organization run entirely by Immortals.
As he waited, Nathan took note of several items he could use as weapons — three framed photographs with sharp edges, a letter opener on the desk, a brass lamp next to a high-backed reading chair. Only one exit, not counting the window, and only one guard at the top of the stairs. Of course, should there be trouble, plenty of the guards on the lower floors would arrive rapidly.
He waited another five minutes before the door opened and Robert Pittman entered. Pudgy, no neck, tight buzz cut — Pittman weaved his way around the furniture, afraid to touch anything. He wore baggy jeans and a checkered shirt, frayed at the bottom.
You’re him?
Pittman asked, echoing the exact thought in Nathan’s head.
You better start explaining this because there is no way this place belongs to you.
Pittman licked his lips. Look, I don’t want any trouble. I don’t want any of this. Only reason I’m here is because Mr. Silver asked me to. And I owe that man.
This place belongs to Carlo Silver?
Probably. That guy has more money than anybody I’ve ever known.
The door leading out had been left open. Nathan could see the guard at the far end of the hall. I take it the mini-army in the stairwell is Silver’s, too.
Oh, yeah. I couldn’t even afford one of those guys.
Moving in closer to Pittman, Nathan lowered his voice. You should assume that we’re being recorded. Speak soft. Tell me what you have on Larkin.
Pittman turned his head, his body following the motion, and his eyes jumped from one point to another. All I know is where the restaurants are. Mr. Silver told me you’d be willing to pay for that kind of information.
Restaurants?
"Yeah, the restaurants. Where I worked. After the island was