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ut the other two men lunged forward and threw their shoulders against the door。 She was knocked aside and went down on one knee。 She quickly regained her footing。 By then it was too late to run or fight。 She was looking down the barrel of a pistol in the hand of the so…called reporter。 The cameraman had put his video gear aside。 He came over and grabbed her by the neck until she could barely breathe。 Then he slammed her up against the wall so hard that a nineteenth…century gilded mirror crashed to the floor。
Anger surged in Gamay's breast。 The mirror had cost weeks of hunting and thousands of dollars。 She put her fear aside and brought her knee up into the man's crotch。 The grip on her throat loosened for a second before he came at her again with a killer's gleam in his eyes。 She braced herself； but the reporter yelled something and the attacker retreated。 He drew his finger across his Adam's apple in an unmistakable gesture。 Gamay glared at him； which was all she could do； but the significance of his sign language was not lost on her。 She knew instinctively that he'd slit her throat in an instant。
Her instincts were right on the mark。 Although the Kradziks preferred to work on their own； from time to time they needed help from some old patriots。 When Brynhild Sigurd had eased the exit of the Kradzik brothers from Bosnia； they had insisted that she do the same for ten of the most loyal and cold…blooded of their followers。 Together they called themselves the Dirty Dozen； after the American movie of the same name。 But this group made the movie misfits look like Cub Scouts。 Collectively they had been responsible for the death； maiming； torture； and rape of hundreds of innocent victims。 The men were scattered around the world； but could be assigned to an assassination or called in for an operation within hours。 Since going to work for Gogstad they had approached their work with unbridled enthusiasm。
Francesca had heard the mirror crash and e from the study into the narrow front hall。 The man in the suit barked a mand； and before Francesca could make a move she was seized and shoved against the wall next to Gamay。 The man who had been carrying the suitcase popped it open and drew out two Czech…made Skorpion machine pistols。 The phony reporter opened the front door； and a moment later another man stepped inside。 Gamay's first thought was that he looked like an over grown troll。 Although the day was warm he wore a long black leather jacket over a black turtleneck and slacks and a black military…style cap on his head。
He surveyed the situation and said something to the others that must have pleased them because they leered in response。 Gamay had been around the world for her work； and she guessed that the language he spoke was Serbo…Croatian。 He barked an order； and one of the men armed with a Skorpion moved down the hallway； the folding wire butt tight against his biceps。 The man peered cautiously into the rooms leading off the hallway； which went to the back of the house； then continued on。 His rade climbed the stairs that led from the first level to the second floor。
The leather…clad man walked over to the mirror； surveyed the broken glass； then turned to Gamay。
〃Seven years bad luck；〃 he said with a grin that looked as if it had been forged in a foundry。
〃Who are you？〃 Gamay said。
He ignored the question。 〃Where is husband？〃
Gamay truthfully told the leather man that she didn't know where her husband was。 He nodded； as if he knew something she didn't； and spun her around to face the wall。 She expected a blow to the head or a bullet to the back。 Instead there was a sharp bee…sting in her right arm。 A needle。 Bastards！ They had jabbed her with a hypodermic。 She looked over in time to see the syringe plunge into Francesca's arm。 She tried to go to the aid of the other woman； but her arm went dead。 Within seconds the numbness spread to the rest of her body。 The room whirled； and she felt as if she were hurtling into an abyss。
Paul heard the mirror crash to the floor and from the top of the stairs saw the man throttle Gamay。 He was about to spring from the staircase when the creep in the leather coat came in。 Paul went back into his office and tried to call for help。 The phone was dead。 The lines must have been cut。 He crept silently down a narrow back stairway to the kitchen。 He kept a revolver in the study； but the only way to get to it was along the hallway。 He saw the two armed men split off； one heading upstairs； the other ing his way； and ducked back into the kitchen。
He looked around for a weapon。 Knives were obvious； but they were messy and wouldn't stand a chance against the ma chine pistol。 Even if he got the upper hand the others would e running to finish him off at the slightest noise。 He needed someplace where he could dispatch the man with a minimum of racket。 The last time he and Gamay remodeled the house they had sunk a year's salary into the kitchen。 All new oak cabinets had been installed along with a restaurant type stove。 The biggest change was a walk…in cooler whose ceiling was high enough for Paul to go inside without bumping his head。
Seeing no alternative； he slipped into the cooler and left the door ajar about six inches。 He unscrewed the light bulb； placed it just inside the door； and plastered himself into the recess next to the heavy door。 Just in time。 Through the frosted glass he saw the man e into the kitchen； his gun ready。 He stopped and looked around； and the open door caught his attention。 He approached it warily； pushed it open with his elbow； and stepped inside。 The toe of his shoe sent the bulb skittering noisily across the wooden floor。 The gun barrel swung around； and his finger tightened on the trigger。 Then the roof fell in on his head。 His knees buckled； and he crashed to the floor。
Trout put down the frozen smoked Virginia ham he had used as a club。 He grabbed the machine pistol and stepped out into the kitchen； well aware that he and the women weren't home free。 First he checked the stairs that led from the kitchen to the second floor。 He could hear the other man moving around up stairs。 He'd deal with that after he made sure Gamay and Francesca were safe。 He slowly eased himself into the hallway。 The machine pistol only gave him limited leverage。 He didn't want to catch the women in the pistol's scattershot spray。
As he stepped into the hall he saw the other men bending over the prone figures of his wife and Francesca。 He brushed caution aside and moved forward； so intent on the scene that he never saw the man e up behind him。
He felt the cold steel of a knife between his ribs and tried to turn to face his attacker only to have his legs turned to scram bled eggs。 He fell to the floor； smashing his face on the rug and breaking his nose。
Melo had been covering the back door for a possible escape when he saw Trout emerge from the cooler。 Seeing blood pool around Paul's body； he stepped over him and went over to pat his brother on the back。
〃Your suggestion to cover the rear was a good one； brother。〃
〃It seems so；〃 the other twin said； looking at the sprawled figure。 〃Wha