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Mack Bolan
Stony Man #28 Blood Star


PROLOGUE

Moscow

A drizzling rain had fallen on the city for the past three
hours, !eeching warmth from those pedestrians unfor-
tunate enough to be abroad on such a night. Rain made
the streets and sidewalks glisten, but no long-term res-
ident of Russia's capital would be deceived by the
illusion. It was still the same drab, heartless city un-
derneath the temporary sheen.
Lieutenant Leonid Gromylko lit another cigarette--
American, thank God; rank had its privileges--and
stared out through the rain-streaked windshield of his
black sedan. Beside him, wedged behind the steering
wheel, his partner of eleven years was eating chestnuts
from a paper bag and glaring at the night.
"He's late," Alexei Churbanov remarked.
There was no need to check the cheap watch on his
hairy wrist. Their quarry had been due an hour earlier,
and Sergeant Churbanov had been remarking on the
subject's tardiness at fifteen-minute intervals, since
nine o'clock.
"He'll be here," said Gromylko. "Everybody else
is here. He wouldn't stand them up."




"Why not?" his partner asked. "The bastard thinks
he's God. He thinks his shit smells like a rose garden.
He wouldn't mind insulting Third World peasants."
"Too much money on the table," the lieutenant
said. "His greed won't let him stay away."
"Where is he, then?"
"Just wait a bit."
The others had been waiting since 8:55 p.m. Gro-
mylko and his partner had been waiting, watching, as
the visitors arrived. The two Colombians were trav-
eling with an interpreter and half a dozen body-
guards--four of their countrymen and two tough
Chechens loaned out by the Moscow syndicate to
make them feel secure. A welcoming committee from
the local mafiya had been on hand to greet them at the
safe house, off Scolkovskoie Sosse, but the man whom
they had come so far to see was running overtime.