League of Terror ( A November Man Novel )
Bill Granger
Language: English
Pages: 304
ISBN: 0446515515
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
League of Terror ( A November Man Novel )
louder than they should have been. A woman laughed and her voice screeched until it subsided into a giggle. Everyone was damned amusing all of a sudden. “You became that when we contacted you. When you accepted our offer to come to Dublin.” “Who are you?” “People in business,” she said. “You act like spies, like the goddamned SAS.” “The SAS would not have been subtle. We contacted you through the Czech broker. You know him. We know all about you and your group. About the farm in County Clare
years old, had killed a man. That was taking a life, not taking a risk or a contract or taking over a company. Dead was dead. If it was Carl, then why send a man like that ridiculous Cassidy fellow who pretended to be the FBI to give him a warning? Trevor saw the logic of his question. He got up from his leather wingback chair and crossed to the mantel and stared into the fire. Bits of oak from a tree that had reached its two hundredth year before being chopped down were burning. Four people
still and looked at the bottle and remembered she had seen this bottle before, when they had stayed in the Excelsior in Rome, when she had noticed it in his suitcase. It hadn’t been there before he went to Naples and then it was there. She said she wanted a drink and he had gotten very angry and said she was to keep her fucking hands off that bottle and he had slapped her for good measure. The same bottle. She stared at it for minutes. And then she saw the second thing. A small glass jar full
much closer. “Now what if I had a passenger aboard that plane who was carrying a parcel? Unknown to him, of course?” “Who would it be?” And Henry drew a photograph from his pocket. It was a photograph he had intended to turn in to the SAS but this way was even better. Even neater. Henry prided himself on thinking fast. It was a photograph of Matthew O’Day delivering a parcel to the house in Mayfair. Trevor held his breath a moment. “D’you remember the parcel? A copy of the novel that the
into emotion. He knew all this and he was very cautious. He opened the stairwell door at his own floor and waited and then stepped into the corridor. It was empty. He edged along the gray wall to the point of the V and looked around. Silence. Corridors with littered trays set before some doors. Not a sound but the hum of the building that trembled with the suppressed noise of fans from the cooling and heating plant. He held the pistol in his right hand and the key in his left. He unlocked his