The Chaos Kind by Barry Eisler EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Barry Eisler
- Genre: Espionage Thrillers, Assassination Thrillers
- Publish Date: 1 October 2021
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MANUS
Marvin Manus walked up a steep flight of stairs in Seattle’s Freeway
Park, his breath fogging in the damp morning air. He didn’t know
why they called it a “park.” There were trees and grass, yes, and a series of
artificial waterfalls, too, but the heart of it was sheer blocks of concrete,
arranged like a scale model of windowless, doorless buildings, all of it as dull
and gray as the autumn sky. It reminded him of the juvenile facility they’d
put him in after what he did to his father. Like someone had taken the prison
walls and tried to refashion them into art.
He’d read there had been problems with street crime here, and he could
understand why. For one thing, he knew that places like this echoed. So you
could hear a potential victim coming from a long way off. There were
multiple vantage points from which to assess the victim’s suitability. And
with all the mazelike concrete walls, the victim would have nowhere to go
other than forward or back.
He paused and looked around. He could see a good deal of the
labyrinth, but still there were numerous blind turns. It really was well
designed for criminals, and he was surprised the woman would use it for her
runs even in the morning. Maybe she liked all the stairs.
He pushed the thought away and started climbing again. Beyond what
the woman looked like, he didn’t want to know anything about her.
In his previous life, details about an assignment hadn’t bothered him.
He’d believed in Director Anders. He did what the director asked, to
whomever the director needed it done. But then the director had wanted him
to surveil an NSA specialist named Evelyn Gallagher. Evie. Who had a deaf
son, Dash. Manus had met them, as he was supposed to. The director had
then told him to do more. And Manus . . . couldn’t.
At the top of the stairs was a wall where the steps turned left. Amid the
smell of damp concrete and mold and moss, Manus caught a whiff of body
odor. By reflex, he dropped his hand to the Cold Steel Espada clipped to his
front pocket, and moved to the right to create more space between himself
and whatever might be beyond the ambit of his vision.
He reached the landing and glanced left. An old homeless man in a
tattered down vest was sitting on a folded blanket, his back to the concrete
wall. Had Manus not been at the far right of the stairs, he might have run into
the man. It was a bad place to sit—too easy to startle someone coming up the
stairs. And there were people in the world who, when startled, reacted badly.
As Manus moved past, the man said something, but he had a scraggly
beard that covered too much of his mouth for Manus to see what he said.
Probably asking for loose change. Manus would have given him some, but
most people ignored such pleas, and Manus didn’t want to do anything that
was likelier to be remembered than to be forgotten or overlooked.
He kept moving. The sky had gotten darker and he smelled a coming
rain.
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