Langley is experiencing a series of gruesome murders. The CIA’s own headquarters should be the safest spot on the planet, but a highly professional, violently psychopathic assassin, who hideously disfigures his victims, strikes without mercy.
The murders spread from Langley to a prison outside of Athens, where the first clue to what will become the End Game surfaces. A code carved into four copper panels of the legendary statue in a courtyard at CIA headquarters, known as Kryptos, predicts the means and the terrible necessity for the serial killings.
Before the first Iraq war, something horrifying was buried in the foothills above the oil city of Kirkuk. It will not remain buried forever.
Only Kirk McGarvey, Pete Boylan, and the CIA’s odd-duck genius, Otto Rencke, can find the truth still buried in Iraq. A truth so devastating it could well ignite the entire Middle East into an unstoppable, apocalyptic war.
Retired CIA assassin Kirk McGarvey faces the most formidable adversary of his long and storied career in End Game—available September 6th—by David Hagberg. Please enjoy this excerpt.
One
Walter Wager heaved himself off the floor, using the edge of his desk for leverage, blood running down the collar of his white shirt from a ragged wound in the side of his neck. He was an old man, even older than his fifty-four, because of the life he’d led as a deep-cover agent for the Central Intelligence Agency.
He was no longer a NOC, and he’d struggled for the last year, sitting behind a desk, in a tiny office buried on the third floor of the Original Headquarters Building, trying to lead a normal life, trying to fit in with the normal day-to-day routine without the nearly constant danger he’d faced for thirty-five years.
The beginning of the end for him had come eight years ago when his wife, Sandee, had been shot to death during a situation that had gone terribly bad in Caracas. They were meeting with a cryptanalyst from SEBIN, the Venezuelan intelligence service, who’d promised to hand over the latest data encryption algorithms his science directorate had devised. It was late at night in the warehouse district when the transfer of money for a disk had just taken place, and the headlights of a half dozen police vehicles came on, illuminating the three of them.
Sandee slammed her shoulder into the cryptanalyst’s chest, knocking him backward. “Run!” she shouted.
Wager reached for her arm, the same time the police opened fire, hitting her in the back and in her head, and she went down hard.
Something very hot plucked at Wager’s left elbow, and on instinct alone he jogged to the left, away from the headlights, and with bullets slamming into the pavement all around him and singing past his head, he managed to make it into one of the abandoned buildings.
Several cars started up, someone shouted something, and police came after him. But he was running for his life, the adrenaline high in his system. And somehow he managed to escape back into the city to the safe house he’d set up in the first days after his arrival. Sandee had called it: refuge.
“Let’s hope we never have to use it,” she’d said the first time he’d brought her there.
He’d never forgotten her words or the sight of her falling forward, bullets ripping into her body. And no day had gone by since then when her face, the feel of her body, her breath on his cheek, didn’t come to him in the middle of the night.
He was dying now, and of all things, what he would miss the most would be his dreams.
Calling for help would do no good. It was well past midnight, and all the offices on this floor were empty. No one would hear him. But security was just a phone call away. And even if they couldn’t get here in time to save his life, he would be able to tell him who his killer was.
Though not why.
“Don’t touch the phone, Walter,” warned the man behind him.
Wager’s heart pounded in his ears as he reached for the phone on his desk. He felt no real pain, only a weakness from the terrible blood loss, and an absolute incredulity not at what was happening but howit was happening.
The face of his attacker was that of a stranger, but the voice was familiar. From years ago, maybe just before the first second Iraq war. In the mountains outside of Kirkuk. They were looking for WMDs that a lot of people in the Company knew didn’t exist. All that was required were a few photographs, something with a serial number or any sort of markings the analysts at Langley could use.
There’d been seven of them spread out over a twenty-five-mile line, and he remembered the guy they called the Cynic, who’d called himself a realist: The only sane man in a world gone completely bat shit.
The man took Wager by the arm and gently turned him around so they were facing each other. The Cynic, if that was who he was, had a lot of blood around his mouth.
“It’s too late to call anyone.”
Wager was hearing music from somewhere, very low but very close. Church organ music, complicated.
“You never had culture, Walter. Too bad,” the man said. His voice was soft, with maybe a British accent. But high-class.
“Why?”
“Why what? Why am I here? Why have I decided to kill you? Why like this?” The Cynic turned away, his eyes half closed, a dreamy expression on his bloody face.
The music was Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D minor. Wager couldn’t say why he’d dredged that up out of some distant memory, but he was sure of it, and it was coming from a small player in the breast pocket of the Cynic’s dark blue blazer.
“Yes, why?” Wager asked, his voice ragged and distant even in his own ears. He felt cold and weak, barely able to stay on his feet.
“Sandee was such a lovely girl. Was from the beginning, She never belonged with a bore like you.”
The Cynic had a round, perfectly normal face, small ears, thin sand-colored hair, a slight build. Everyman. Someone you would never pick out of a crowd, someone you would never remember. Perfect in the role of a NOC. The accent was a fake, of course, because if he was the man Wager was remembering, he was from somewhere in the Midwest. But how he knew Sandee—who was a big city San Francisco girl—was beyond comprehension just at this moment.
“I knew her,” the Cynic said. “And I was fucking her before Caracas.”
A blind rage rose up, blotting out Wager’s weakness, and he lurched forward, but the Cynic merely pushed him back against the desk, grabbing his arm so he wouldn’t fall down.
“I wanted to get your attention, and I have it now. Maybe briefly, but I have it.”
Wager’s head was swimming.
“You illuminated the spot with an encrypted GPS marker. I need to know the password.”
He was the Cynic from Iraq, but Wager could not dredge up a name—though it would have been work name, it would have been a start. “It’s gone.”
“The password or the stash?”
“Is this about money?”
The Cynic laughed softly, the sound from the back of his throat. “Come on, Walter. Is there anything more important?”
Wager could think of a lot of things more important than money in whatever forms it came.
“The password, probably both. The country has been overrun. Holes in the sand dug just about everywhere.”
“They didn’t find the bio weapons labs. What makes you think they found the cache?”
“Because the weapons never existed. Nor was there any heroin. And you didn’t fuck my wife.”
“Ah, but I did. She had a small mole on her left thigh, just below her pussy. Remember?”
Wager leaned back against the desk for support, and he tried to hide his effort to reach the phone, but the Cynic pulled him away, a broad smile on his bloody lips. Even his teeth were red, and Wager thought that a bit of flesh was hanging from the side of the man’s mouth.
“The password, please.”
“I don’t have it,” Wager said, and it came to him that the Cynic wasn’t lying: he had fucked Sandee. But then, in those days, everybody was fucking everybody else. Wives, girlfriends, sisters, even mothers. It didn’t matter. What mattered was the moment. It was the game from the get-go, so the stories went. From the beginning of the Agency, and even before that in the WWII OSS. Fucking was not only the ultimate aphrodisiac; it was a powerful tool.
Wager thought that the happiest time of his entire life had been during training at the CIA’s base on Camp Peary in Virginia—south of DC. It was called the Farm because it grew agents. They were young and naive. Anxious for the future, but dedicated. “Truth, justice, and the American way,” a former DCI had supposedly once said. They were supermen and women. It was where he had first met Sandee, who was two years older than he was. But they’d been a natural pair from the beginning, though at first he’d thought she’d been working him, been given him as an assignment. But then he fell in love—and he’d always thought she had too—and nothing else mattered.
“Too bad for you,” the Cynic said. “But there are others.”
Wager started to shake his head, if for nothing else but to ward off what he knew was coming next. But it didn’t help.
Grinning like a madman, the Cynic took Wager into his arms and began to eat his face, starting at the nose, powerful teeth shredding flesh and cartilage.
Copyright © 2016 by David Hagberg
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