Eye of the Storm
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Elusive master terrorist Sean Dillon reemerges during the Gulf War when Saddam Hussein hires him to assassinate Margaret Thatcher, and only Martin Brosnan can stop him. 225,000 first printing. $150,000 ad/promo. BOMC Feat Alt. Reader's Digest Cond Bks.
little tune. Gaston picked it up because he plays accordion. He says Rocard told him once that it was Irish.’ ‘Now that is interesting.’ ‘A further point. When he was assembling the machine gun in the back of the Renault at Valenton he told the boys it was a Kalashnikov. Not just bullets. Tracer, armour piercing, the lot. He said he’d seen one take out a Land Rover full of British paratroopers. Pierre didn’t like to ask him where.’ ‘So, you smell IRA here, Inspector? And what have you done
can arrange my onwards transportation.’ ‘But how?’ Rashid demanded. ‘Where will you find a plane?’ ‘Plenty of flying clubs, old son, and planes to hire. I’ll simply fly off the map. Disappear, put it any way you like. As a pilot yourself you must know that one of the biggest headaches the authorities have is the vast amount of uncontrolled air space. Once I land at St Denis, you can torch the bloody thing up.’ He looked from Rashid to Aroun. ‘Are we agreed?’ It was Aroun who said, ‘Absolutely,
youth,’ Dillon told him. ‘I’ve been working in London for years. Just in town for business overnight. Thought I’d like to see the old haunts.’ ‘Suit yourself. There’s the Deepdene, but it’s not much, I’m telling you.’ A Saracen armoured car passed then and as they turned into a main road, they saw an army patrol. ‘Nothing changes,’ Dillon said. ‘Sure and most of those lads weren’t even born when the whole thing started,’ the driver told him. ‘I mean, what are we in for? Another hundred years
‘Well, it’s time we got the bastard.’ She looked down at McGuire. ‘Not too nice, is it?’ ‘The violence, the killing. Drink with the Devil and this is what it comes down to,’ Devlin told her. Dillon went in through the back door of the hotel at exactly two-fifteen and hurried up to his room. He stripped off the jeans and jumper, put them in the case and shoved them up into a cupboard above the wardrobe. He washed his face quickly, then dressed in white shirt and tie, dark suit and blue Burberry.
of him, took a Smith & Wesson revolver from his pocket and slipped it under. Rashid opened the door as Dillon came up the snow-covered steps. ‘Mr Dillon,’ the young captain said. ‘So you made it?’ ‘I’d have appreciated a lift,’ Dillon told him. ‘Mr Aroun is waiting inside. Let me take your luggage.’ Dillon put the case down and held on to the briefcase. ‘I’ll keep this,’ he smiled. ‘What’s left of the cash.’ He followed Rashid across the enormous stretch of black and white tiles and entered