John Corben was an assassin. Possibly the finest in the world.
He’d never failed to complete an assignment. And he’d never been caught. In fact, he wasn’t listed in the data banks of any law-enforcement agency in the world, though he’d done jobs on every continent. He was very good at making hits look like accidents. Neat, deadly accidents.
Though the police had no idea of John Corben’s existence, he was well-known to rich, powerful criminals who needed him to eliminate someone—for a price. A very high price. His fees varied, depending on the difficulty and danger of the job, but they never dipped below seven figures.

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