Another book with its roots firmly in the past, although this is a new author to me. For once the principal character is not some secret agent or based in a large city. His name is Chris Bronson and he is an English Policeman working from Tonbridge Wells of all places. The characters have been as...
More of the same, although an interesting part of the world (Morocco, Israel) and an interesting part of history (it began at Masada) so, again, nothing too strenuous and easy for a weekend afternoon or a commuter trek. I did feel there was a lot of shoot-outs and manly things (dear god, these p...
wow.... James Becker sarà sicuramente uno degli autori che voglio continuare a leggere e seguire.... È uno bravo, sono riuscito a seguire con passione la storia.... Poi come la Cornwell ci ha messo un po' di Italia dentro e lo apprezzo sempre.... Consiglio di leggerlo perché se è piaciuto a me ch...
He’d gone back to his hotel, grabbed a copy of the local phone directory from the reception desk downstairs, and taken it, along with a street map of eastern Cairo, up to his room. Then he’d started from the airport and worked his way outwards, calling each of the major hotels he had located, ask...
“The ungodly don’t knock on doors: they kick them down.” But he still put down his bag and took out the Beretta, holding the pistol out of sight behind his back before he stepped across to the door to open it. “I just wondered if you’d finished with...
Early in the evening, a tray of food had been put in front of her, and around midnight she’d eventually tried to get some sleep on the wide sofa in front of the fireplace. But she hadn’t been idle that evening. The suave but indescribably menacing man had seen to that. He had finally introduced h...
Angela had arranged to meet Yosef Ben Halevi in a bar just off Jabotinsky, near the Ha’Azma’ut Garden and the Hilton Beach. It was only a short walk in the relative cool of the evening, but Bronson decided they’d take the pretty route, simply so he could satisfy himself that they weren’t being fo...
Mallory said as Robin powered the Ford around another corner, the tires just kissing the grass verge that formed the apex. “And I mean that as a compliment,” he added. Robin didn’t even glance at him, her entire attention focused absolutely on the road ahead, reading the b...
“The test we’ve devised is very simple, and will only take a couple of minutes. Afterward, as long as you’ve passed it, I’ll decide exactly how much I should tell you about our operation.” He turned away and made a gesture to one of the men standing beside the wall. The man nodded, then strode ac...
As she dried her hair, she stared at herself critically in the small mirror and again wondered just what the hell she was doing. In the last twenty-four hours her world had been turned completely upside-down. Before, her life had been ordered and predictable. Now, one of h...
The order employed experts in a number of different disciplines, but primarily archaeologists—or, to be exact, people who specialized in the interpretation of archaeological information, which wasn’t quite the same thing—and linguists who had impressive skills in understanding and translating tex...