Secret Assassin

SECRET ASSASSIN A SIMON FLETCHER ADVENTURE JEREMY WALDRON All rights reserved. Copyright © 2023 Jeremy Waldron No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author and/or publisher. No part of this publication may be sold or hired, without written permission from the author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the writer’s imagination and/or have been used fictitiously in such a fashion it is not meant to serve the reader as actual fact and should not be considered as actual fact. Any resemblance to actual events, or persons, living or dead, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication / use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. [email protected] ALSO BY JEREMY WALDRON Jackson Payne Thrillers Field of Fire Short Crime Stories Confessed to Murder Hostage Saturday Night Special The Deadly Affair The Samantha Bell Mystery Series Dead and Gone to Bell Bell Hath No Fury Bloody Bell Bell to Pay Burn in Bell Mad as Bell All Bell Breaks Loose To Bell and Back Escape from Bell Never miss a new release. Sign up for Jeremy Waldron’s New Releases Newsletter at JeremyWaldron.com CONTENTS Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Also by Jeremy Waldron About the Author CHAPTER ONE Commander Sean Smith asked, “Do you have a shot?” The lieutenant answered, “Not from the ground. Too many civilians.” Sending his man to the rooftop was out of the question. Smith said, “Maintain visual.” “Roger.” Smith was one block away from Khao San Road, a short street in central Bangkok, Thailand, known for its night market. Pushing his way through the thick knots of tourists, locals, and parties spilling out from the various bars, restaurants, and clubs, he thought about how he’d do anything to stop his target before he escaped again. “Target’s on the move,” the lieutenant’s voice crackled into Smith’s earpiece. “Whatever you do, don’t lose him.” Smith knew he had seconds to react. Even then, his experience chasing Simon Fletcher had proved that the difference between two and three seconds was all it took to catch him or lose him. That was why he had given his lieutenant permission to shoot. Though a bullet to the leg might not even be enough to slow down Fletcher. “Target is on the move.” “Location?” “He’s left Lava and is now heading toward The Club.” Smith cursed. There were too many people. Too many drunks. Not enough light, and something inside him said that Fletcher knew he was on to him. “Whatever you do, CHAPTER TWO As soon as I stepped inside The Club, I glanced over my shoulder to see if the man I caught surveying me would follow. I didn’t see him, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t close behind. I chose The Club specifically because of what I knew he wanted to do to me. I was counting on safety in numbers, surrounding myself with people who looked like me, and hiding among the other newbie arrivals looking to experience Thai nightlife. The air pulsed and pounded as I worked my way deeper into The Club. Pressed between gyrating, sweaty bodies moving to techno music, I felt a pair of small hands grab hold of my waist. A small Thai woman with a cute smile forced herself in front of me and pushed her hands up my chest before hooking them around my neck. We danced and, soon, her friend joined us. They never noticed how I moved them further back, into the corner of the dance floor, where I had my back up against the wall, giving me a complete visual of the club. They kept touching my body as I scanned the many faces coming and going. I didn’t see the man who was coming after me, or anybody who had the concentrated look of