Cold Countersign

Antwerp, late winter. Cass Rennick guards clients for a small security firm with a conditional license, on a knee that has been rebuilt twice. One more incident and the license goes.

Then a suspended British colonel asks for her by name. Last November he spent a week hunting her. Now someone has fired a shot at him in the diamond district.

In nineteen days, an original bank file arrives from Luxembourg for an investigating judge, at nine o'clock sharp. Someone needs the colonel silent before it lands. Every official channel that should protect him leaks. Every route Cass maps, someone has read first.

Then, one wet night, a wounded man in a long coat is waiting on her step. He would like to discuss an invoice.