CHAPTER FIVE
TWO WEEKS LATER, with the small scar on my abdomen completely healed (thanks to advanced medical techniques), I was back at the private lake in Maine.
Alone. Vacationing again.
Also feeling kind of uneasy.
I felt, in fact, exactly as a tethered goat must feel-one of those they tie to a stake in a jungle clearing to attract a man-eating tiger.
I was bait. Bait for a mad billionaire named Cantwell Undershaft.. What a comedown for a trained SADISTO agent, even on vacation. But an easy job. All I had to do was relax and wait for Cantwell to grab me.
And possibly kill me. Damn, and on my holiday.
Needless to say, once I'd come out of the anesthetic-to find the operation already performed-I'd tried to talk my way out of the grisly situation.
The General had been firm.
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