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John Smith checked his watch and looked around the Plaza Hotel’s ballroom.
Things were going well. According to the report that had just come over his earpiece, the
ambassador’s plane had landed safely at La Guardia and the man would be arriving at the
party on time.
Smith’s eyes passed over the glittering crowd. It was the same kind of flashy scene that
always revolved around $5,000-a-plate dinners. Women in jewels and long gowns, men in
tuxedos, the collective net worth of the room up into the stratosphere. In the midst of the
shifting throng, deals were being made, affairs were getting started, and social slights were
exchanged with smiles. The place was choked with air kisses and hand pumping.
Underneath the chandeliers in the elegant ballroom, the whole lot of them looked as if they
had the world by the throat. Smith knew better. He’d been hired by quite a few, had learned
their dirty secrets and their hidden vices. He’d even watched as some got their wake-up call to
Being the target of an armed stalker, that was something to worry about. Your kid gets
pinched by some madman looking to hose you down for a couple million? That was a
problem. Whether or not your mistress’s boob job was symmetrical paled in comparison.
Danger, like illness, was the great equalizer, and the rich learned fast what really mattered
when tragedy came knocking at their door. Courtesy of the visit, they also picked up a few
lessons about their inner depths. Smith had seen hardened businessmen break down, sobbing
from fear. He’d also witnessed great reserves of strength appear in a woman who’d only
worried about her clothes before.
Being a personal security specialist was a dangerous line of work but it was the only thing he
could imagine doing. With his military and intelligence background, and the fact that he didn’t
take orders well, it was a good fit. An observer, a protector, a killer if he had to be, Smith was
at the top of his field and his small firm, Black Watch, Ltd., handled everyone from statesmen
to financiers to international figures.
For some, it would have been a hard life. His chosen profession had him flying around the
world, sleeping in hotel rooms, staying in other people’s homes, moving on to the next job
without a break. To him, the lack of continuity was appealing. Necessary.
An army duffel full of clothes and two metal briefcases of equipment were his only
possessions. The money he’d earned, a tidy sum, was spread around in various off-shore
accounts under several different names. Without a valid social security number, and with
neither the Internal Revenue Service nor any other government agency having an unclassified
record of him, he was, for all intents and purposes, a ghost.
But this didn’t mean he went unnoticed.
A woman in a tight black gown sauntered by him, eyeing him with an invitation he imagined