DAMON READ THE EMAIL A SECOND TIME AND LEANED IN closer to better examine the grainy picture attached. It couldn’t be—Eva Parks was dead. He’d seen the pictures of her corpse, read the autopsy. So why was someone using a passport in her name? The woman in the picture could be her, twenty-odd years later. He clicked on the photo to enlarge it. It did actually look like her . . . but how was it possible? He went to his contacts and found a listing under S. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t use him for a job for a while. He was off his meds again and had made a mess of things last time. But there was no one else he could trust with this. He hesitated only a few seconds before calling.
“Hello,” the voice on the other end said after the first ring.
“I have a job for you. Do you think you can execute it cleanly this time?”
“What is it?”
“I need you to go to Athens. Airport police are detaining a woman claiming to be Eva Parks. She’ll be transferred to National Intelligence Service headquarters by tomorrow night. You’ve only got twenty-four hours. If you leave now, you can be there first thing in the morning.”
There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end. “The same Eva—”
“Yes.” Damon cut him off. “Question her. Find out if she knows anything about the coins. Do whatever it takes to get the information. Do you understand?”
“I’m on it.”
“Good. Don’t let me down this time.”
But the man on the other end of the phone had already disconnected.