“What is the message?” asked Marquez.
Gorilla stood there with rivulets of rain running down his face. Now he had a lie to sell. He just hoped his acting skills were up to it. “Mr. Knight says the contract is complete. It"s time to stop. Hand over the girl and you can go free.”
Marquez looked doubtful. “You are CIA?”
Gorilla shook his head. “Let"s just say, I"m an interested party.”
“Then, if that is the case, we are on the same side?”
“I don"t have sides QJ/WIN, I"m a one-man army. Just let the girl go. Now!”
Now!Gorilla heard the other man chuckle, a soft bitter laugh. “Please don"t try to control me, my friend.”
“The thought never crossed my mind. But this operation is over,” growled Gorilla.
But your tone says otherwise, my friend, thought Marquez. It was the age-old ploy, tell
