The Secret Servant (Gabriel Allon)
Daniel Silva
Language: English
Pages: 512
ISBN: 0451224507
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The remarkable new novel from the "New York Times" - bestselling writer "who brings new life to the international thriller" - ("Newsday"). A leading terrorism analyst is found brutally murdered in Amsterdam. The Dutch police believe it is the work of a deranged extremist - but others know better. Gabriel Allon - art-restorer, spy, assassin - is called in to make discreet inquiries. It would seem that the dead man was close to uncovering the plans of a major terrorist operation - a new threat which no-one could have predicted. The trail leads to London, when a young woman vanishes...She is the daughter of the American Ambassador - and goddaughter of the President of the United States - and the kidnappers' demands are at once horrifically clear and clearly impossible to meet. The President turns to Allon, a man whose abilities he has depended on before...Allon soon finds himself in a desperate search for the missing woman, and those responsible - but the truth, when he finds it, is not what he expects. In fact, it is one that will shake him, and many others, to the core. Intense and provocative, filled with breathtaking double and triple turns of plot, "The Secret Servant" is not only a fast-paced international thriller, but an exploration of some of the most daunting questions of our time.
nothing from this affair? Life is precious, Gabriel, and terribly short. I may not even be alive in May.” “I’m afraid you’ll just have to hang in there, Ari. Chiara needs time to plan the reception. We can’t do it any sooner.” “Plan? What plan? You and I could do it in an afternoon.” “Weddings aren’t operations, Ari.” “Whoever said that?” “Chiara.” “Of course weddings are operations.” He brought his fist down on the arm of the chair. “Chiara has had to put up with considerable dithering and
footballer. Gabriel groped for the remote control and instead found Samir’s legal pad. Then he remembered waking in the middle of the night and gazing at the image—not the pine trees and the sand dunes but the pattern of crisscrossing lines. He looked at it again now. Gabriel had been blessed with near-perfect visual recall, a skill enhanced by his study of art history and his work as a restorer. He had hundreds of thousands of paintings stored in the file rooms of his memory and could
the quiet side streets north of the Gezira Sporting Club to make certain he wasn’t being followed. Thirty minutes after leaving Imbaba, he approached a luxury high-rise apartment house called the Ramses Towers. The tall Sudanese standing guard over the entrance was a member of the Sword of Allah. He guided Mandali into the marble lobby and instructed him to use the back staircase so that none of the other tenants would see a poor man in their gilded elevator. As a result, Mandali was heavily
If you had told me the truth—the entire truth—we could have stopped the attack together. Instead you gave me crumbs, the same bread crumbs you gave the SSI twenty-five years ago when you tried to save your daughter’s life.” “And if I’d told you more that night? Where would I have ended up? The Americans would have assumed I was a terrorist. They would have placed me on a plane and shipped me back to Egypt to be tortured again.” “Did you know London was the target? Did you know they were
Gabriel, was East London and leaden with drink. “Happy Christmas, mate. What can I do for you?” “You can get off the bench.” “It’s my bench tonight.” “Not anymore,” said Gabriel. “Move.” “Piss off.” Gabriel drew Adrian Carter’s Browning Hi-Power and leveled it at the man’s head. “Get the fuck out of here and forget you ever saw me. Do you understand?” “Loud and fucking clear.” The man got quickly to his feet and melted into the darkness of the Heath. Gabriel ran his hand along the back