Black List: A Thriller (The Scot Harvath Series)
Brad Thor
Language: English
Pages: 480
ISBN: 1439193029
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A stunning thriller that predicted the National Security Agency scandal. “Brad Thor is as current as tomorrow’s headlines.” —Dan Brown
#1 New York Times bestselling author Brad Thor returns with his most explosive thriller ever. Somewhere deep inside the United States government is a closely guarded list. Members of Congress never get to see it—only the President and a secret team of advisers. Once your name is on the list, it doesn’t come off…until you’re dead.
Someone has just added counterterrorism operative Scot Harvath’s name.
Somehow Harvath must evade the teams dispatched to kill him long enough to untangle who has targeted him and why they want him out of the way.
Somewhere, someone, somehow can put all the pieces together. The only question is, will Harvath get to that person before the United States suffers the most withering terrorist attack ever conceived?
An intense, page-turning novel that is action-packed and frighteningly real, Black List blurs the line between fiction and reality and once again reaffirms why Brad Thor “is arguably the best thriller writer of our time” (Suspense Magazine) and “America’s favorite author” (KTTX).
into the street and watched as the Suburban rocketed into traffic. There didn’t appear to be any other cars along with it. This was a four-man team driving a single vehicle. Carlton liked those odds and set off walking. Two blocks away, at F and 2nd Streets, he entered Ebenezers Coffeehouse. There was an old man in a gray windbreaker and a USS Ronald Reagan ball cap who had just paid for his coffee. “Did they buy it?” he asked as Carlton walked up to him. “So far, so good.” “Good,” Tommy Banks
disappeared. Ten minutes later, Harvath went in after him. The locks were easy enough for him to pick, and once inside the small apartment, he quietly made his way toward the sounds of lovemaking from the bedroom. He stood in the doorway for a moment waiting to be noticed, and then finally cleared his throat. Looking over and seeing Harvath, the woman shrieked and clutched the sheet to her chin as she rolled off her partner, leaving the tobacconist completely naked. Before he could find
smiled. “A little fella with two of the biggest dogs you’ve ever seen.” “Did he give you his name?” “No, sir, he didn’t.” “How about my name?” asked Harvath. “Did he give you that?” “No, sir, he didn’t give me that either. He simply told me when your flight was coming in and that you’d find me.” “That’s all?” “He also told me I was supposed to play this for you,” she said as she jumped back in the truck and turned up the stereo. Harvath recognized the song immediately—“Rubber Duckie” by
to circumvent it. “I’ve already set up a dragnet. If Carlton uses his phone, a credit card, or reaches out to anyone on his relationship tree, we’ll know.” “We’ll know?” Middleton bellowed. “The fuck we will. He’s not going to do anything under his real name.” “I’ve plugged in all known aliases for him too.” “And he’s got a hundred or two others we’re not aware of.” Schroeder felt his boss was overestimating, but he wasn’t sure. “That many?” “I’m exaggerating, you idiot. It doesn’t matter
the sniper’s last communication, it sounded as if there were three others, which meant he was dealing with a four-man team, just as in Paris and Spain. As he began panning the area with the scope, the lights in the guesthouse suddenly went out. “Come on. Where are you?” he whispered as he snugged the stock tighter into his shoulder. For a fraction of a second, he was gripped by a fear that maybe the hitters were wearing gear that canceled their heat signature, but he soon saw the colored glow