“Yes,” he replied calmly. “It is done.” Bruno’s voice rushed with excitement. “They were both in the house when we blew it up. They could not have survived.” “You got proof, Bruno?” He didn’t believe in taking chances. For that reason he didn’t know if his head man told the truth or not. Bruno had been wrong before, and McKinsey proved to be one hard bastard to kill. For the last two years, countless attempts had been made against the agent’s life, and he always came out on the other side alive. “We’ll know when the police carry out what is left of their bodies. I have a man near the scene, posing as a concerned neighbor. I expect to hear soon.” He wanted to believe Mac McKinsey had been killed. Also, he needed the girl out of the way. Maybe he’d finally let it all go. He only wished McKinsey had died by his hands. For years he’d dreamt of the day he would squeeze the life out of the Falcon agent.
