What started as a suspicious explosion in a picturesque Parisian neighborhood could end in revelations that would shatter the beliefs of millions. American lawyer Lang Reilly is determined to find the real cause of the blast that killed his sister. But his investigation will lead him into the dar...
Former CIA agent Don Huff is in Seville, Spain writing a book about Sturmbahnfuher Skorzeny, an intimate member of Hitler's circle. One day when his housekeeper enters the house, she sees him shot to death. When lawyer Lang Reilly was asked by Ron's daughter to come to Spain to see if he can find...
Jason Peters is an operative for Narcom, a private organization that handles missions too politically risky for US intelligence agencies. When he gains possession of a laptop linked to unexplained murders, his trail will lead him around the world, to ancient ruins in Sicily and Greece, and a plo...
. . ?” “Shh!” Andrews tugged Viktor’s shirt, bringing the Russian’s head below the top of the truck’s cab. “But who. . . ?” Viktor insisted, this time at a whisper. “Tuareg rebels, National Movement for the Liberation of Azaw...
5220 Buford Highway Doraville, Georgia Iron Bowl Korean Noodle Shop Two Days Earlier Along I-85 northeast of Atlanta, a number of municipalities are strung like beads on a string: Chamblee, Doraville, Duluth, and so on. Forty years ago, residents worked at the Gene...
PAIGE HAD MIXED FEELINGS ABOUT DR. SILVIA WEINER, PhD, not MD, working out of her home right here in Ansley Park. The possibility of Paige's neighbors seeing her bringing Wynn-Three to a shrink was, well, unsettling if not downright embarrassing. What kind of a parent had a three-year-old with me...
What the hell was happening? Although those two men had not expressly said they were from the Agency, how else would they have known her real name and her Agency reputation? The tactics, poorly executed as they had been, were typical Agency, too. Miles had said he would have someone keep an eye o...
No militant Arab emigres with their endless sectarian violence, no former African colonials demanding this and that. Oh, there were the pickpockets and the occasional fight in the Prater and problems in the nearby red-light district. But multiple shootings? To add to the mystery, no one had heard...
In fact, the bachelor officers’ quarters seemed deserted. There had been nothing to do but take his single bag to his quarters and retrieve the package he had left before flying to London: the Glock, two clips, and a box of ammunition. He could have checked the gun in a bag on the plane but that ...
With nothing better to do and the shops shuttered for the next four hours, Gurt and Lang had returned to the hotel. Before succumbing to jet lag, they had made love, a wild and noisy affair that Lang suspected could be heard all the way down the sumptuous hall. Neither cared. Refreshed and sated,...
Cavanaugh House East Anglia Near Kings Lynn England At the Same Time The two men strolled through the two acres of carefully pruned rose bushes, the gravel of the pathway crunching beneath their feet. Behind them was the backdrop of Cavanaugh House. Red brick, lined with local lim...