By Barry Eisler
Previously released as tough Rain and Blood from Blood
All John Rain wishes is to get out of the killing company. yet along with his discretion, his reliability, and his special expertise for dying by means of "natural causes," nobody is prepared to allow him simply retire. So while an outdated nemesis from the japanese nationwide police strength involves him with a brand new job--eliminate Murakami, a killer much more fearsome than Rain himself--Rain understands he can't refuse.
Aided by means of an achingly fascinating part Brazilian, part jap unique dancer he is aware he shouldn't belief, Rain pursues his quarry via underground no-holds-barred struggle golf equipment, mobbed-up hostess bars, and at last into the center of a shadow warfare among the CIA and the yakuza. It's a warfare Rain can't win, but additionally one he can't find the money for to lose--a battle the place the differences among buddy and foe and fact and deceit are as murky because the rain-slicked streets of Tokyo.
Includes a observe from the writer introducing the recent variation. this is often ebook #2 within the John Rain murderer sequence, even though every one access is written as a standalone and you'll learn them in any order you love.
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They knew not to let reporters beyond the locked bulletproof partition in the lobby unless I was asked, but the female clerks, in particular, liked Eddings a little too much. He walked in and set the plant on the carpet by my desk, and when he smiled, his entire face did. ’’ His blue eyes ﬁxed on mine. ’’ I could not help but laugh. ’’ The body diagram on my clipboard came into focus, and I realized Danny was speaking to me. ‘‘I’m sorry,’’ I muttered. He was eyeing me with concern while Roche wandered around as if he had never been inside a morgue, peering through glass cabinets and glancing back in my direction.
They’re always coming up with these wild theories and will do anything to prove them. Now this guy’s kinda famous around here, being a big-shot reporter for the AP and all. Rumor has it when he gets with girls it’s window dressing. ’’ He had a cruel smile on his face, and I could not believe how much I did not like him when we had only met today. ’’ I asked. ’’ ‘‘Danny, let’s get hair and ﬁngernail samples,’’ I said. ‘‘You know, I take the time to talk to people on the street,’’ Roche added as he brushed against my hip.
And maybe this is one time when you don’t need a problem with him,’’ he replied. ’’ I was tired and out of sorts, and Lucy still was not answering the phone at Mant’s house. Marino had parked next to me, and I unlocked my driver’s door. ’’ he asked as if he knew my concerns. ‘‘Hopefully, spending it with me. ’’ I got into the car. ‘‘The snow started up north, so Quantico got hit ﬁrst,’’ he said. ‘‘Maybe she got caught. ’’ ‘‘She’s got a car phone. Besides, she’s driving from Charlottesville,’’ I said.