Thursday. Brighton, United Kingdom.
ALEKSANDR LISTENED TO THE morning news through one ear bud.
The shootout at the hotel had made it to every news outlet he'd seen or heard. While no one had the details right, it was simply a matter of time until someone found a lead.
Like the couple from the hotel had.
Aleksandr was fairly certain those two were some form of law enforcement themselves. They'd looked like the type. And if they could find his targets, someone else could, too.
He enjoyed doing a job right.
In this case, that meant making his two targets disappear as if they'd never been born.
But that kind of work took time, and he needed to not be under pressure.
He shifted his position a bit to get a better read inside the hotel room. The infrared device was one of the most expensive tools in his kit. He could see through several walls with it, which let him keep tabs on his two targets.