Hitman Damnation

EPILOGUE



She had rented the large mansion in Illinois for a song. With the real estate market being what it was, it was impossible to sell a home but quite easy to rent or buy. Her refuge was even more perfect because it was built on the edge of a cliff overlooking Lake Michigan.

Diana Burnwood performed all the necessary due diligence, covered her tracks, and set up her new identity with great care. For all intents and purposes, county records showed that the structure was still vacant. It was secluded enough that it was off the radar. No one knew where she was. It was just her—and the package she had taken from the Agency.

As she sat in a rocking chair on the wooden porch, wrapped in a fur blanket, and watched the snow fall, Diana knew it was only a matter of time.

Her days were numbered.

The Agency would find her.

And if Agent 47 was alive, they would send him.

It was inevitable. The question was … when?

The best she could do in the meantime was simply live. Take care of the package and wait out the days and nights until that fateful moment of—

Absolution