Assassin Zero. Джек Марс

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      AN AGENT ZERO SPY THRILLER SERIES

      AGENT ZERO (Book #1)

      TARGET ZERO (Book #2)

      HUNTING ZERO (Book #3)

      TRAPPING ZERO (Book #4)

      FILE ZERO (Book #5)

      RECALL ZERO (Book #6)

      ASSASSIN ZERO (Book #7)

      DECOY ZERO (Book #8)

      PROLOGUE

      I can’t locate Sara.

      That was what Todd Strickland had told him over the phone. Zero had barely been home from Belgium for a full day, after exposing the Russian president as the puppeteer behind an attempt to annex Ukraine with American interference, when he got the news. Strickland had been keeping tabs on Sara ever since she had become an emancipated minor and moved to Florida, but now she had seemingly vanished. Her cell service was cut off and location inactive. Even her roommates at the co-op where she rented a room claimed they hadn’t seen her in two days.

      Text me her home address, Zero had ordered him. I’m going to the airport.

      Just shy of three hours later he stood outside the ramshackle house in Jacksonville, Florida, the place Sara had been calling home for a little more than a year. He marched up the cracked concrete steps and pounded on the front door with the flat of a fist, over and over again without pausing, until someone finally answered.

      “Dude,” groaned a lanky blond teenager with tattoos up and down his arms. “What the hell are you doing?”

      “Sara Lawson,” Zero demanded. “You know where she might be?”

      The kid’s eyebrows knit quizzically, but his mouth curled in a smirk. “Why? You another Fed looking for her?”

      Fed? A chill ran up Zero’s spine. If anyone who claimed to be FBI had come around, it could mean she’s been abducted.

      “I’m her father.” He stepped forward, shoving the kid back with his shoulder as he pushed into the house.

      “Yo, you can’t just barge in here!” the kid tried to protest. “Man, I will call the cops—”

      Zero spun on him. “It’s Tommy, right?”

      The blond kid’s eyes widened apprehensively, though he didn’t answer.

      “I’ve heard about you,” Zero told him, keeping his voice low. Strickland had given him a full briefing while he was en route. “I know all about you. You’re not going to call the cops. You’re not going to call your lawyer dad. You’re going to sit there, on the couch, and shut your damn mouth. You hear me?”

      The kid opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something—

      “I said shut it,” Zero snapped.

      The lanky boy retreated to the couch like a kicked dog, taking a seat beside a young girl who couldn’t have been eighteen if she was a day.

      “Are you Camilla?”

      The girl shook her head frantically. “I’m Jo.”

      “I’m Camilla.” A young Latina girl came down the stairs, dark-haired and wearing entirely too much makeup. “I’m Sara’s roomie.” She looked Zero up and down. “You’re really her dad?” she asked dubiously.

      “Yeah.”

      “Then… what do you do?”

      “What?”

      “For work. Sara told us what you do.”

      “I don’t have time for this,” he muttered at the ceiling. “I’m an accountant,” he told the girl.

      Camilla shook her head. “Wrong answer.”

      Zero scoffed. Leave it to Sara to tell her friends the truth about me. “What do you want me to say? That I’m a spy with the CIA?”

      Camilla blinked at him. “Well… yeah.”

      “For real?” said the blond kid on the sofa.

      Zero held up both hands in frustration. “Please. Just tell me where you last saw Sara.”

      Camilla looked at her roommates, and then the floor. “All right,” she said quietly. “A few days ago, she was looking to score, and I gave her…”

      “Score?” Zero asked.

      “Drugs, man. Keep up,” said the blond kid.

      “She needed something to even her out,” Camilla continued. “I gave her the address of my guy. She went there. She came back. Next morning she left again. I thought СКАЧАТЬ