Assassin (John Stratton)

by Falconer, Duncan

  She stepped back, her eyes lingering on his for a moment. Then she walked away.

  Stratton watched her go until she was out of sight and went back to sit beside Chandos. He was a changed man. Relaxed and now as content with life as Chandos.

  ‘You have a date with an integer,’ Chandos said, unsure if he could believe it.

  Stratton shrugged, acting indifferent. But the smile on his lips would have been impossible to erase at that point.

  Chandos smiled along with him. ‘I think that just about sums you up, Stratton . . . Yes, that just about sums you up.’