The Road to Omaha: A Novel
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Robert Ludlum’s wayward hero, the outrageous General MacKenzie Hawkins, returns with a diabolical scheme to right a very old wrong—and wreak vengeance on the [redacted] who drummed him out of the military. Discovering a long-buried 1878 treaty with an obscure Indian tribe, the Hawk, a.k.a. Chief Thunder Head, hatches a brilliant plot that will ultimately bring him and his reluctant legal eagle, Sam Devereaux, before the Supreme Court. Their goal is to reclaim a choice piece of American real estate: the state of Nebraska, which just so happens to be the headquarters of the U.S. Strategic Air Command. Their outraged opposition will be no less than the CIA, the Pentagon, and the White House. And only one thing is certain: Ludlum will keep us in nonstop suspense—and side-splitting laughter—through the very last page.
Praise for Robert Ludlum and The Road to Omaha
“A very funny book . . . No character is minor: They’re all hilarious.”—Houston Chronicle
“Don’t ever begin a Ludlum novel if you have to go to work the next day.”—Chicago Sun-Times
you prehistoric monster!” roared Jennifer from Swampscott, Massachusetts. “Sam heard the Brokemichael tape last night, and it was all Cyrus, Roman, and our two Desis could do to hold him down! Finally, Cyrus managed to get practically a whole bottle of whisky into him—” “When he sobers up, he’ll come to his senses,” interrupted the Hawk. “He usually does.” “Nice of you to say so, but, of course, we’ll never know.” “What do you mean?” “He’s gone!” “That’s impossible! With my adjutants and
city.” “Thirty-five seconds,” announced Redwing, glancing at her watch. “We’d better go.” “I can’t imagine that a minute or two of tardiness would matter,” said Aaron. “I mean, that’s a veritable insurrection downstairs, the masses storming the barricades, as it were.” “Not storming, Commander, but praying. There’s a difference.” “He’s right, Aaron, and that’s not to our benefit,” said Devereaux. “As soon as the guards realize it’s basically a peaceful demonstration, the alert will be called
reason. Those occupations are relatively sedentary and you have the body of a man who’s been subjected to physical stress. Oh, I don’t mean a trained athlete or anything like that; you’re no jock, as they say. But your muscle tone’s firm, your arms and hands used to strain and quite strong. Under other circumstances, I might judge you to be a laborer, accustomed to carrying heavy objects, or a fisherman, conditioned by hauling in nets all day long. But your range of knowledge, I daresay your
flank him.” “You two,” said Aaron, looking over at Sam’s bewildered Boston guards and speaking gently but not without a mild rebuke. “I don’t mean to criticize, yet it appears to me that you might benefit from some of this military instruction, as it obviously pertains to your work. These soldiers are inordinately quick to perceive the necessity for action, and their nonviolent tactics—such as stripping you of your trousers—is most impressive.” “Hey, Comandante!” offered D-Two, grinning widely.
where you’re staying, they got everything!” “They got maybe girls? Nice girls, of course, because my associate is very religious.” “I’ll get him what he wants, and I’ll get us what we want. Leave it to me, man.” “What did they say, Pedro?” asked the head clerk. “Raul, sir.” “Terribly sorry. What did they say?” “They are very appreciative of the fine manners and exemplary kindness displayed by all of you. They are especially gratified by the fact that you have assigned this modest Raul to be