Kill Squad. Don Pendleton

Laura.”

      Bolan led the way out of the house.

      She glanced at the secured guy on the side path as she stepped around him. “Any others you haven’t mentioned?”

      “No.”

      She followed Bolan as he retraced his route to the mall.

      “Don’t you have a car? Are we going to take a bus?”

      “I parked at the mall,” Bolan replied. “I didn’t want to draw attention.”

      “Really? You made quite an entrance back there.”

      “No choice.”

      “Was that man was going to hurt me?” Laura asked, keeping in step.

      “He was.”

      They might have been a couple out for a stroll, having a casual conversation.

      “Let’s start again. You know my name. Who are you?”

      “Matt Cooper.”

      “Who—what—are you, Matt Cooper? You didn’t want to stay around until the police came. That’s curious, so...?”

      “So we need to get to your mother. I didn’t want to stay around and have to answer too many questions.”

      She turned to stare at him. “Nice try, but I think there’s more to it, Cooper.”

      “You need to call your mother. Get her to meet us somewhere away from her office.”

      Bolan took out his sat phone.

      “I have my own cell,” she said, producing it from her shoulder bag.

      “Give it to me,” Bolan said. “It’s important.”

      Laura swapped phones. She watched as Bolan opened the back of her phone and took out the SIM card. He snapped it in two, dropped the pieces in a trash can as they passed and then removed the battery.

      “I can’t believe you did that. You think my insurance will cover the damage?”

      “Somebody might be listening in or tracking you.”

      “Look, Cooper, before we go any further you have to tell me what this is all about. And what it has to do with Uncle Harry.”