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Synopsis
Business is war.
And Luke Tanner is about to be its latest casualty. He's overheard
men conspiring to gain control of a $1 billion piece of business
by using a unique strategy - the murder of the two CEO's who control
it.
The conspirators discover that Luke has overheard
them and try to kill him. But he gets away. To silence him, they
kidnap his girlfriend, pediatrician Dr. Jenna Johannson.
When the kidnappers try to kill them,
Luke and Jenna manage to escape, only to discover that the $1
billion business - a massive worldwide automotive advertising
account - is his. Luke also discovers that it's too late to save
the lives of his CEO and client - because at that very moment,
the two men are in the Yucatan Peninsula, unreachable by phone
and about to walk into the assassins' trap.
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"'Four Noses' we call them.
Six-foot black serpientes. Snakes. Killers. Jungle full of them.
The Twins will walk into a nest. We help a little."
"And if the snakes don't kill them?"
"Amigo," the man said, chuckling, "when this many
cuatro narices bite you, you die."
"This Sunday," the American said.
"Sí."
Luke Tanner grinned. This had to be Berger and the bozos from
the office, faking accents. They almost had him. He started to
shout, "What time Sunday?" then something told him not
to.
Spanish voice cleared his throat. "You never tol' us how
come you wan' these two men, these Twins, killed so bad."
"Business decision," the American said.
"What kind of business?"
"When they die, their advertising business will switch from
their present agency to another one."
"This business--it's worth a lot?"
"Yes."
"Many millions?"
"Many millions."
"Maybe we should get bigger fee, eh?"
Another man grunted, "Sí
"Look--Goddammit!" the American said. "It's four
hundred thousand! For you two and your colleague. That's it!"
"Easy, amigo, just kidding," Spanish accent said. "But
when do we get our fee?"
"Half was deposited in the Banque Bruxelles Lambert account
in Brussels this morning. The rest, as agreed, will be deposited
when you handle the Twins."
Tanner broke out in a cold sweat. Jesus--this is real. These men
were finalizing plans for a hit, talking about a fee sent to the
Banque Bruxelles Lambert and cuatro narices, things his agency
pals wouldn't know about.
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