TWENTY-SIX
Shortly before the dinner hour, Agent 47 made his way to the employees-only area on the ground floor of the hotel. As he lurked in a corner, he watched bellhops, waiters, and maids swipe keycards to get inside. He figured that beyond the door he would find a break room, personnel offices, and, most important, computers with hotel information. He considered the possibility of accessing the facility from the exterior, through an employees’ entrance next to the loading dock. This was a riskier proposition in broad daylight. Eventually, though, a bellhop emerged from the office. He was dressed in the hotel uniform—brown-and-yellow tunic, dark-brown trousers, a cap, and a name tag—and he was roughly the hitman’s height and weight.
47 followed him to the busy lobby, where the man immediately went to work by greeting incoming guests and loading their luggage on a cart. Once again, the assassin picked up a newspaper and sat in a chair near reception so that he could keep an eye on the fellow. After a while, a couple came in, looking harried and in a rush. 47 watched them check in and overheard the bellhop tell them that he’d be right up with their things; however, the guests replied that they were late for a dinner engagement and had just stopped to register and drop off their luggage. The bellhop politely said, “That’s fine; your things will be in the room when you return.” The couple tipped him in advance and left. 47 loitered a little longer as the employee picked up a keycard and then finally rolled the luggage cart toward the elevators. One set of doors opened, revealing an empty car. The man pushed the cart inside and pressed the button of the floor he wanted. As the doors started to close, 47 thrust his arm between them.
“Hold it, please!”
The bellhop punched the Open Doors button. 47 slipped inside.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sir. What floor?”
47 nodded at the bank of buttons, where only one number was lit. “Looks like you’re getting off where I am.”
They rode silently. The hitman was careful to turn his body away from the bellhop to diminish the man’s ability to identify him later. When the car stopped, the employee said, “After you, sir.” 47 stepped out and held the doors open with his arm. “Thank you,” the bellhop said as he rolled the cart out.
The assassin allowed the man to clear the elevator bay and start pushing the cart down the hall before setting out behind him. 47 followed the bellhop until the man reached the destination room. The hitman glanced around to verify that no one was looking, then moved swiftly behind the bellhop, wrapped his arm across the man’s neck, and applied pressure. The choke hold efficiently rendered the bellhop unconscious without a sound.
The employee sagged in 47’s arms like a rag doll. The hitman unceremoniously dropped him on the cart, searched him for the keycard, unlocked the room, and rolled the cart inside. By now the bellhop started to stir. 47 dumped him on the bed and set to work removing the man’s uniform. When the bellhop regained ample consciousness, the assassin simply applied the choke hold again.
In five minutes, 47 was dressed in the bellhop’s clothing. The hitman then removed sheets from the bed and used them to tie up and gag the employee. 47 left him on the bed, took his own discarded clothes in hand, and exited. He made a quick stop on his own floor to drop off the clothing in his room, then headed back to the first floor.
The hitman used the bellhop’s keycard to gain entrance to the employees-only area. The place was crowded with hotel staff, so 47 kept his head down and moved with purpose, without looking anyone in the eyes. Hopefully others would just think he was a new employee.
He found and stepped into an empty office and shut the door. It didn’t have a lock, so he’d have to take his chances. 47 sat behind the desk and booted the computer. After a moment, the Hilton splash screen appeared and he was inside the hotel records.
47 worked quickly. The first thing he did was look up Wilkins’s account. He noted the reverend’s suite number and then studied the entire portfolio. Wilkins had reserved a conference room in the business center for the entire next day. Food for fourteen was being brought in. Wilkins planned to check out the following morning. Special comments indicated that Wilkins was a VIP and was afforded certain amenities others guests didn’t receive. For example, a Nicosia private security firm was providing additional protection, although Bruce Ashton was listed as the celebrity’s director of security.
The hitman then looked up Helen McAdams’s account. He saw that her room was on the same floor as Wilkins’s. No special notes other than she was listed as part of Wilkins’s party. 47 then pulled up Bruce Ashton’s account. As expected, his room was on the same floor. The assassin smiled when he saw that the Colonel had reserved a massage in the spa for nine o’clock that evening. He’d been assigned a masseuse named Katharina. 47 quickly punched her cellphone number into his mobile.
He checked the time—he’d been at the computer for ten minutes. 47 didn’t want to risk staying much longer, but he thought he’d quickly scan the names of all the guests registered that night. There were several hundred, of course, so he concentrated on any that sounded Russian. He found a few and memorized the names and room numbers. They were also listed as VIPs and had rooms near one another. The assassin then shut down the computer and left the room.
He made it out of the employees’ area without incident, took the elevator to his floor, and went to his own suite. There he took his cellphone and activated the encrypted Agency app to search the database for the Russian names. One of them, Boris Komarovsky, was suspected to be the treasurer for the St. Petersburg Mafia. Another one, Vladimir Podovkin, apparently controlled funds for a criminal organization in Moscow.
47 was astounded. The assignment was becoming more of a stink by the day. What was Wilkins up to? Why was he meeting with Russian criminals in Cyprus? Who were the other attendees? Jade had said the hotel had a few high-powered VIPs in attendance, including OPEC brokers and banking executives. Might they be involved with Wilkins too? What was going on?
The killer thought about the bellhop he had left hogtied and gagged. Eventually the couple would come back to the hotel, go to their room, and discover him. Police would be brought in. The chances of being discovered would increase tenfold, especially with all the high-profile guests. Nevertheless, the hitman banked on the fact that it was a very large hotel. 47 was confident that, as long as he was diligent and made his moves with extreme caution, he would accomplish what he’d set out to do without being caught.
At eight-thirty, 47, still dressed as a bellhop, went to the hotel spa and gym. Three private rooms were set aside for massages. Two were in use, so he went in to the empty one to check it out. There was a table, of course, covered in a sheet. A counter held different types of oils and lotions. Guests could hang clothing in a small closet. 47 studied the room for a moment and then stepped back into the gym. It wasn’t particularly large, but it contained a separate sauna, exercise equipment, Nautilus machines, and even a small track around the perimeter for walking and running. Since Cyprus was primarily an outdoor destination, the swimming pool and a larger track were located outside. Nevertheless, a number of guests were utilizing the facilities. 47 knew from experience that most people didn’t notice the majority of what went on around them, especially when they were involved in activities such as exercise or were concentrating on external stimuli such as iPods or the flat-screen televisions on the walls. The general population also tended to ignore menial laborers, such as waiters, janitors, maids—and bellhops.
Next to the spa was a towel room. Clean, folded white towels embroidered with the Hilton logo were stacked on shelves, and a large bin for used ones sat on the floor. 47 set to “work” separating towels, folding them, unfolding them, and basically doing nothing except trying to look busy. As expected, no one in the gym paid any attention to him.
The masseuse entered the gym at 8:50. Katharina was an attractive brunette, probably in her forties, attired in scrubs similar to what a nurse might wear. She went into the empty massage room, turned on the light, and then came over to 47 in the towel dispensary.
“Hello,” she said as she grabbed a handful.
47 grunted in response.
She left and went back to her station.
Five minutes later, Colonel Ashton appeared in the gym. He was dressed in a terry-cloth robe and slippers. He looked around, saw the massage rooms, and marched to the open door. 47 saw the masseuse shake his hand and gesture for him to lie down on the table. She then closed the door.
The hitman waited five minutes and then dialed Katharina’s number on his mobile.
“Yes?”
“Is this Katharina?”
“Yes?”
“This is the concierge. You’re wanted in room 433. You’re late for an appointment.” He deliberately gave her the room number of one of the Russians.
“What? I have an appointment. I’m with him now.”
“There must be some mistake. This is a VIP’s reservation. The massage is booked in his suite. He specifically asked for you. Please go to him now. I’ll send another masseuse up to the gym immediately to take care of your client.”
She sighed. “Very well. Room 433, you say?”
“Yes. Please hurry. He’s already called twice.”
“All right.”
47 hung up and watched. After a moment, Katharina emerged from the massage room and closed the door behind her. Once she was out of the gym, the hitman made his move. He grabbed a handful of towels, strode across the floor with purpose, and opened the door. He shut it behind him after stepping inside.
Ashton was lying naked on the table, facedown. He started to rise and turn his head so that he could approve the beauty taking Katharina’s place, but before he could register what was happening, 47 rammed the bundle of cloth into the man’s face. The hitman then leaped onto the table and straddled Ashton’s back, simultaneously pulling the towels on either side of the Colonel’s head. The man’s scream was sufficiently muffled.
But the assassin hadn’t counted on Ashton’s highly tuned reflexes and tremendous strength. He was a man in excellent physical shape, whereas 47 was suffering from oxycodone withdrawal and had spent the last year going a bit soft. Ashton managed to buck the hitman off him, knocking 47 to the floor. The naked man pulled the towels from around his face, threw them against the wall, and then climbed off the table.
47’s cap had fallen off. He lay on his back, slightly dazed. Once again, the symptoms of sickness enveloped him, causing a momentary inertness.
“You!”
Ashton’s surprise at seeing a man he thought to be dead worked to 47’s advantage. The Colonel faltered too, for the man didn’t realize how vulnerable he was as he stood over the assassin. The pause provided 47 the precious seconds he needed to recover from the stun and see things clearly. The plan of attack was obvious.
The hitman viciously kicked his leg up and slammed his shoe into Ashton’s groin. The Colonel yelled, this time a little too loudly for 47’s comfort. The killer jumped to his feet as his prey fell to his knees. Ashton’s face turned red from the agony, and his hands reflexively covered his privates, leaving him completely unprotected. 47 made a fist and delivered a right hook to the Colonel’s jaw, knocking the man against the massage table.
The hitman retrieved the towels and continued what he’d started earlier. He wrapped a couple of them across Ashton’s head, then jerked the two ends of the towel with all his might, whiplashing his victim with such force that the neck snapped and severed the spinal cord. The Colonel went limp.
47 took a breath and opened the small closet. It was empty. Ashton was heavy, but the hitman managed to carry and drop the body inside the cabinet. He had to stuff the man’s arms and legs within in order to properly shut the door. Then 47 smoothed his uniform, adjusted his cap, and left the massage room. Again, none of the guests using the exercise equipment paid any attention to him. They had not heard Ashton’s anguished cry of pain.
Satisfied, the hitman strode across the floor and exited the gym—only to bump into Helen.
Face-to-face.
Hitman Damnation
Raymond Benson's books
- A Brand New Ending
- A Cast of Killers
- A Change of Heart
- A Christmas Bride
- A Constellation of Vital Phenomena
- A Cruel Bird Came to the Nest and Looked
- A Delicate Truth A Novel
- A Different Blue
- A Firing Offense
- A Killing in China Basin
- A Killing in the Hills
- A Matter of Trust
- A Murder at Rosamund's Gate
- A Nearly Perfect Copy
- A Novel Way to Die
- A Perfect Christmas
- A Perfect Square
- A Pound of Flesh
- A Red Sun Also Rises
- A Rural Affair
- A Spear of Summer Grass
- A Story of God and All of Us
- A Summer to Remember
- A Thousand Pardons
- A Time to Heal
- A Toast to the Good Times
- A Touch Mortal
- A Trick I Learned from Dead Men
- A Vision of Loveliness
- A Whisper of Peace
- A Winter Dream
- Abdication A Novel
- Abigail's New Hope
- Above World
- Accidents Happen A Novel
- Ad Nauseam
- Adrenaline
- Aerogrammes and Other Stories
- Aftershock
- Against the Edge (The Raines of Wind Can)
- All in Good Time (The Gilded Legacy)
- All the Things You Never Knew
- All You Could Ask For A Novel
- Almost Never A Novel
- Already Gone
- American Elsewhere
- American Tropic
- An Order of Coffee and Tears
- Ancient Echoes
- Angels at the Table_ A Shirley, Goodness
- Alien Cradle
- All That Is
- Angora Alibi A Seaside Knitters Mystery
- Arcadia's Gift
- Are You Mine
- Armageddon
- As Sweet as Honey
- As the Pig Turns
- Ascendants of Ancients Sovereign
- Ash Return of the Beast
- Away
- $200 and a Cadillac
- Back to Blood
- Back To U
- Bad Games
- Balancing Act
- Bare It All
- Beach Lane
- Because of You
- Before I Met You
- Before the Scarlet Dawn
- Before You Go
- Being Henry David
- Bella Summer Takes a Chance
- Beneath a Midnight Moon
- Beside Two Rivers
- Best Kept Secret
- Betrayal of the Dove
- Betrayed
- Between Friends
- Between the Land and the Sea
- Binding Agreement
- Bite Me, Your Grace
- Black Flagged Apex
- Black Flagged Redux
- Black Oil, Red Blood
- Blackberry Winter
- Blackjack
- Blackmail Earth
- Blackmailed by the Italian Billionaire
- Blackout
- Blind Man's Bluff
- Blindside
- Blood & Beauty The Borgias
- Blood Gorgons
- Blood of the Assassin
- Blood Prophecy
- Blood Twist (The Erris Coven Series)
- Blood, Ash, and Bone
- Bolted (Promise Harbor Wedding)