A Matter of Honor
Jeffrey Archer
Language: English
Pages: 368
ISBN: 0312933541
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
It seems innocent enough. A disgraced British colonel bequeaths a mysterious letter to his only son. But the moment Adam Scott opens the yellowing envelope, he sets into motion a deadly chain of events that threatens to shake the very foundations of the free world.
Within days, Adam's lover is brutally murdered and he's running for his life through the great cities of Europe, pursued not only by the KGB, but by the CIA and his own countrymen as well. Their common intent is to kill him before the truth comes out. While powerful men in smoke-filled rooms plot ever more ingenious means of destroying him, Adam finds himself betrayed and abandoned even by those he holds most dear.
When at last he comes to understand what he is in possession of, he's even more determined to protect it, for it's more than a matter of life and death-it's a matter of honor.
“Did your father die in 1948?” “Yes. He did,” said Romanov, beginning to feel distinctly uncomfortable. “And you are the only surviving child?” “I am,” confirmed Romanov proudly. “In which case this bank is in possession …” Bischoff hesitated as a file was put in front of him by one of the men in gray. He placed a pair of gold, half-moon spectacles on his nose, taking as long as he could over the little exercise. “Don’t say anything more,” said Romanov quietly. Bischoff looked up. “I’m
skidding directly behind it. He then leaped out of the car and ran toward the parked vehicle. But without warning, the old man jumped out of the taxi on the far side of the car and sprinted off up a side street carrying with him Heidi’s airport shopping bag and a small suitcase. Adam pulled the back door open and stared at the beautiful girl, who sat motionless. “Are you all right, are you all right?” he shouted, suddenly realizing how much she meant to him. Heidi did not move a muscle and made
shut. Rosenbaum came hurtling round the corner and was twenty yards past the booth before he realized that Adam had shot back out and down the road in the opposite direction. Adam knew he had at least five seconds before Rosenbaum could hope to see which direction he had chosen. One, two, three, four, and five he counted as he ran along the road. He then checked right, before mounting three steps and pushing through some swinging doors. He found himself in front of a small counter behind which
should be reserved for the sons of loyal party officials, not the sons of those in jail. Romanov immediately excelled in the classroom, much to the dismay of the director, who had been hoping to disprove any Darwinian theories. And at fourteen he was selected as one of the party’s elite and made a member of the Komsomol. By the age of sixteen, Romanov had won the Lenin language medal and the junior gymnastics prize, and despite the director’s attempts to undermine young Alex’s achievements, most
particular instrument has proved to be rather cumbersome for carrying around in a modern world. With this in mind, my tutor at Moscow, Professor Metz, has developed something small and simple that even a man of average intelligence can master after a few lessons.” Adam was desperate to know what was in the box, but his look remained impassive. “With torture, as with making love, Captain Scott, foreplay is the all-important factor. Are you following me, Captain?” asked Stravinsky. Adam tried to