CHAPTER 95
“God damn it! It’s Anders you f*****g idiots.” Anders shouted from behind the tree.
There were two holes in his briefcase and he could feel a tear in the sleeve of his suit jacket. That close. He’d come that close to dying. In all his days of agent training, which had been hell, you at least knew it wasn’t lethal. They badgered, but they didn’t beat. They harassed, but didn’t harm. They scared the s**t out of you, but they never aimed a dozen live rounds in your direction.
He wanted to throw up, but never had the chance. Five seconds later Stenman was dragging him out from behind the tree.
The man casually threw him to the ground in a cluster of juniper. Threw him hard enough that there’d probably be a permanent impression of his body in the soil. Stenman placed a foot on hi
