As you would expect in a book titled “The Hit,” it is about a plan to kill a target by, in this case, not one but two assassins. Both Will Robie and Jessica are highly trained killers, but one has gone “rogue” and is killing members of the CIA, the agency that trained them both. Robie is assigned to track her down and bring her in, dead or alive. His direct reports feel that hiring a killer to kill a killer is their only and best solution.
Reel’s targets seem unconnected, with one being a handler and the other the Deputy Director of the CIA. Still, we eventually learn of a larger conspiracy that, if not stopped, could send shock waves through the U. S. government and around the world.
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“toward the small pond that he had seen before. The walls of fire ended there. An instant later, the remains of the cottage exploded. He ducked and rolled again from the concussive force, almost pitching into the right side of the wall of fire. He rose and redoubled his efforts, thinking he would reach the water. Water was a great antidote to fire. But as he neared the edge of the pond, something struck him. No scum. No algae on the surface, although the ground around was full of it. What could kill green scum? And why was he being forced to run right toward the one thing that could save him? Robie tossed his gun over the top of the wall of flames, pulled off his jacket, covered his head and hands with it, and threw himself through the wall of flames on the left side.”
“The motorcades drifted down the street with Canadian police providing the traffic security. There were several Canadian Mounties on their horses; they looked resplendent in their red uniforms. But they were also brightly colored sitting ducks when it came to an actual armed confrontation.”
“What happened to you as a child, particularly something bad, changed you, absolutely and completely. It was like a part of your brain became closed off and refused to mature. As an adult, you were powerless to fight against it. It was simply who you were until the day you died. There was no “therapy” that could cure it. That wall was built, and nothing could tear it down.”