He wore no rubber gloves because he did not have to touch anything, nor did Maggie, who had said she would be his wife. Jason Darkwood held her hand. The head of the medical team administered the injections, first to Sarah Rourke, then to John Rourke. Doctor Munchen, a good-hearted man, stood bet...
She had a lovely face, just as he remembered it from that brief moment one hundred and twenty-five years ago when there had been the shared communion of death between them, he the giver, she the receiver. Her hair, almost too meticulously brushed it seemed, almost funereally perfect, was a rich, ...
The sun was rising. The black German helicopter gunship flew toward it. He chewed on the end of the unlit cigar. “Don’t worry, Doctor Rourke. That island he’s going to has never been used by us and never been used by them. It’s volcanic, unstable. It’s perfect,” Darkwood smiled, clapping John Rou...
So they left the guards locked in the cells and, Rourke leading, the Chinese guiding them, they started from the cell blocks, Aldridge telling Rourke that it would be the first time in more than two years for some of these men that they had left the prison. Aldridge himself had been confined for ...
At the opposite end, since he was the oldest man in the house, despite the fact that he was a boy, sat her son Manfred. Helene Sturm looked at his very pretty face. “Why do you stare at me, Manfred?” “I have become distressed, Mother.” “You worry concerning your father, then—but I am sure— “My fa...
The whole idea appealed to Croenberg’s dark sense of humor. To get Martin out of the brig without a major battle erupting the moment someone happened to spot him, they would disguise him as this black man who was serving time in the brig for running a dice game. A digitized photographic represent...
Annie whispered, not as the needle—Sarah had inquired and it was an injection of a mild sedative—had punctured her arm, but afterward, as the sedative began to take its effect, “He’s dying-dying-Daddy!? He-“ “Jesus,” Sarah whispered, her lips touching at Annie’s hair, her hands caressing her daug...
It had the effect of tunnel vision, but there was no choice. As she walked, bent against the wind, Annie beside her, she dug in the climbing staff she carried. After only five minutes, the visibility so terrible, the wind so strong, she had decided that their only safe course of action was to tie...
Although John Rourke was easily able to stay ahead of them because he had planned ahead and brought a spare mount, at the pace he had to push both animals, there was no time for resting. At this rate, the horses would be played out in another few hours, as would those ridden by the posse, their m...
But here, in the light of a vast recreation hall beyond a kitchen in which they had taken cover as one of the Soviet murder squads passed, there was light enough and wearing them was no longer required. She pocketed them in the BDU jacket, immediately setting to checking her rifle as the commando...
There had been no Island Class Submarine waiting for them and they were hiding now well off the coast of Iwo Jima in deep water, still at Battle Stations. In a ragged semicircle between his chair and the steps stood Sam Aldridge, Tom Stanhope, and Sebastian. “I’m betting Sebastian’s right, gentle...