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At first, she didn’t notice it. But as Kovac waited with hands on hips, Driver spotted the tattoo on his forearm. A white fist on a red flag, the same as her own.
She could have kicked herself – why didn’t she put it together sooner? Kovac was a disciple of Sergei Molevchek’s, the author of the open text on the Serbian’s desk, a book she’d read during her time in The Boneyard gulag in Siberia.
Driver glanced again at the book, enough so that he caught her.
‘I didn’t realise you were a fan of The Coming Dawn,’ Driver said. ‘It’s a great work.’
‘Follower, believer, yes. Not fan,’ Kovac corrected her. ‘And what would you know about Molevchek?’
Driver saw genuine surprise in his eyes, much as he tried to hide it. ‘You spend enough years hunting down Jihadi terrorists,’ s
