By Barry Eisler
Previously released as challenging Rain and Blood from Blood
All John Rain wishes is to get out of the killing company. yet along with his discretion, his reliability, and his certain expertise for loss of life through "natural causes," nobody is keen to enable him simply retire. So while an outdated nemesis from the japanese nationwide police strength involves him with a brand new job--eliminate Murakami, a killer much more fearsome than Rain himself--Rain is aware he can't refuse.
Aided by way of an achingly fascinating part Brazilian, part jap unique dancer he is aware he shouldn't belief, Rain pursues his quarry via underground no-holds-barred struggle golf equipment, mobbed-up hostess bars, and at last into the guts of a shadow struggle among the CIA and the yakuza. It's a warfare Rain can't win, but in addition one he can't have enough money to lose--a conflict the place the differences among pal and foe and fact and deceit are as murky because the rain-slicked streets of Tokyo.
Includes a be aware from the writer introducing the hot version. this can be booklet #2 within the John Rain murderer sequence, notwithstanding every one access is written as a standalone and you may learn them in any order you're keen on.
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Danny’s ancient Toyota was already there, and when I unlocked the bay I was pleased to ﬁnd the johnboat waiting. CAUSE of DEATH 31 I lowered the door behind me and walked around, looking. The long low-pressure hose had been neatly coiled, and as I had requested one severed end and the regulator it was attached to were sealed inside plastic. The other end was still connected to the small compressor strapped to the inner tube. Nearby were a gallon of gasoline and the expected miscellaneous assortment of dive and boat equipment, including extra weights, a tank containing three thousand pounds per square inch of air, a paddle, life preserver, ﬂashlight, blanket and ﬂare gun.
He’s been dead awhile,’’ I said. ’’ Danny asked as he ﬁt scalpel handles with new blades. ’’ He stared at Eddings’s face and his own got sad. ’’ He looked at me. ’’ ‘‘I can’t let it get to me because they need me to do a good job for them,’’ I said as I made notes. ’’ He glanced up. ‘‘We’re never done, Danny,’’ I said. ’’ He lined a bucket with a viscera bag and put it near me on the ﬂoor. ’’ ‘‘If we forget them, then something is wrong with us,’’ I said. Roche emerged from the locker room looking like a disposable astronaut in his face shield and paper suit.
That’s correct. ’’ I paused and looked up at him. ‘‘You’ll get a copy of my report when it’s complete. ’’ He would come no closer, and my hands were bloody. I looked at Marino. ’’ He went to him, took the bag and grufﬂy said, ‘‘Come on. ’’ They walked just beyond the doorway, and as I continued to work, paper rattled some more. I heard Marino drop the magazine from a pistol, open the slide and loudly complain that the gun had not been made safe. ‘‘I can’t believe you’re carrying this thing around loaded,’’ Marino’s voice boomed.