The Russian black marketer had pulled out of sight even more in the wake of Evstafiev’s death. Heath and Gunney Towers had been hard-pressed to find the man even with the money Heath had spent looking for him. Bribery was a secondary and desperate economy that flowed through Kandahar. Finally, though, an informer came up with the intel that Deyneka was staying at a small warehouse in one of the industrial sectors of the city. Heath assigned his unit to cover the area, then closed in on the warehouse early in the morning before dawn. “You roust them this early, they’re gonna know straight off this ain’t nothing they want to hang around for.” Gunney Towers stood beside Heath in an alley across the street. He held binoculars to his eyes and studied the warehouse through the predawn dark. “Deyneka’s already on edge.” Heath adjusted his gear, tightening the straps on his ammo rack. “He’s going to run as soon as we hit the door, but we’re ready for him.” Towers lowered the binoculars.
