Ben Walker, The Count, faces the unthinkable. Helen an FBI Agent, vanishes while trailing three Russians who may be carrying out back channel negotiations. She appears to be gone without a trace, except a bank card used in Recife in Brazil. Ben’s ordinary life shatters. Driven by desperation, he plunges into a world of danger, confronting ruthless Mexican drug cartels and shadowy Russian spies as he tries to find Helen.
With alerted former intelligence allies at his side, Ben uncovers a web of corruption that runs deep. As he navigates treachery and betrayal, he won't stop until he finds Helen. The corrupt enemies attempt to sideline and block efforts.
When Ben makes progress, vengeance becomes his only goal. Will he reclaim his life, or will he lose everything in the hunt for justice?
Newly released second part to the The Count series follwoing on from Counter
I can see the house through the scope. An off-the-shelf Sightron SIII PLR. It’s matched with another purchase, a Barrett M107A1 rifle. All obtained at an Arizona gun show alongside the ammunition from a different dealer. The Barrett had the optional 0.50 BMG muzzle suppressor. The dealer hadn’t wanted to admit he was selling such things. I didn’t care; I just needed the weapon, paying over the odds. It has been pointing at the house for the best part of two days.
I have become unused to this role. Once upon a time, lying in a small depression for hours in a scrub desert would have been a normal operation. Mostly not in the United States. That life ended just like my own life should have. My then controllers decided I was superfluous to their needs. Laser designating for an air strike that dropped way too close and would have been on me if a previous occasion hadn’t warned me to be careful. I needed to not be in my briefed position. A long story of revenge. For the past few years, despite working out and regular range time, I’ve become almost normal. If running courses as a consultant for the FBI is considered normal. More normal than running around shady parts of the world removing alleged enemies of the USA. I’m off the grid again now. Something I was also once used to. A necessary way of life to stay alive.
I need to focus. The scope is. My mind is drifting with tiredness. Body waste bags near used food wrappers. I have enough water for another few hours, but I’m out of food. I’ve needed to be patient, waiting for all three targets to be visible and awake at the same time. Two already are. One should be soon. I’ve also been making sure there is no one else around. They are in communication with others. I’ve seen cell phones. No idea who. I could ask for more help, but it’s too late for that.
