"Mack Bolan - Stony Man - Blood Star" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bolan Mack)

"What's this?" Churbanov pointed with his free
hand, through the rain-slick windshield, toward a pair
of headlights moving slowly down the street.
Gromylko was reminded of a cat's eyes shining in
the dark, the mental image of a stalking panther large
enough to swallow him without a second thought, and
he felt the goose bumps rising on his arms. "Let's wait and see," he said.
The car had slowed down to a crawl as it ap-
proached the safe house. Would the driver see them,
sitting there and watching him? Gromylko fought the
sudden urge to duck down, out of sight, aware that it
would only make him more suspicious in appearance,
if the new arrival noticed him at all. The best thing he
could do was take his own advice, to wait and see
what happened next. "He's stopping!"
"I see that, Alexei." The lieutenant made a con-
scious effort to conceal his own excitement. If it was
Vasiliev, they had their man. If not... "Wipers," Gromylko said.
His partner twisted the ignition key and gave the
windshield wipers one quick sweep, enough to clear
the streaks of rain away without attracting undue no-
tice from the new arrivals. Even as the rubber blades
swept back and forth across the glass, Gromylko lifted
the night glasses to his eyes and focused on the gray
Mercedes-Benz downrange.
He saw a stocky man emerge on the passenger side,
opening a black umbrella as he straightened up and
closed the door behind him. Two strides brought him
to the rear door of the Benz. He glanced each way

along the street before he opened it, positioning the
umbrella to shield the next man who stepped out of
the car.
It was Vasiliev.
"We've got the bastard."
"Yes!" Churbanov reached out for the radio, but
hesitated when Gromyiko caught his wrist.
"Not yet, Alexei. Let him go inside, relax a little.
Put his money on the table."
"Right. We've waited this long, I can last a few
more minutes." Even so, Churbanov couldn't hide the
tension in his voice.
Gromylko watched Vasiliev until the mobster and
his escort disappeared from view. There was at least
one man remaining in the Benz, and he would cer-
tainly be armed, as were the several bodyguards inside
the house. They could anticipate resistance when they
made their move, and they had come prepared for
meeting force with force.