William Dietz - Hitman - Enemy Within

The chef was among them, and even though he couldn’t imagine how such a thing could have happened, he recognized the symptoms for what they were. Fortunately an injector preloaded with epinephrine was sitting on top of the dresser next to the businessman’s wallet.

Maria watched in open-mouthed horror as the chef removed the locking cap from the EpiPen and rammed the exposed needle into his employer’s meaty thigh. There was an audible click as the spring-loaded device delivered the correct dose of medication into muscle.

But unfortunately for Aristotle Thorakis, his mistress, his family, and the Puissance Treize, the shipping magnate was already dead.

Fazio and his peers were present to witness the moment when the medics arrived, after which the famous businessman’s body was removed from the house.

As for the proximate cause of the Greek’s death, that was clear, although no one could figure out how a small amount of peanut oil had found its way onto Miss Desta’s salad, in spite of all the precautions taken in the kitchen.

At the exact moment when CPR was suspended, and then while Thorakis was being loaded onto a stretcher, Agent 47 was standing on the ramparts of Pena Palace, a fairy tale-like keep that sat atop a peak not far from the remains of the Moorish castle where Hans Pruter’s body was beginning to rot.

The sun was out, the air was clean, and a hawk could be seen circling in the distance.

The killer was at rest.

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moron

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Sintra Palace

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