The Sisters
Robert Littell
Language: English
Pages: 320
ISBN: 0143038214
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
An astonishing thriller from the author of The Company
A classic among espionage aficionados, The Sisters features what the New York Times called "the plot of plots." Centering on Francis and Carroll, two enigmatic and extremely dangerous CIA legends dubbed "the Sisters Death and Night," The Sisters masterfully unveils an abyss of artful deception. By luring the Potter, a former head of the KGB sleeper school, into betraying his last and best assassin living secretly in the United States, Francis and Carroll set off a desperate race against time as the Potter tries to stop his protégé from committing the Sisters' exquisitely planned, world-shattering crime.
be avoiding the question, but of course he wasn’t—that revolutions don’t so much change things as rearrange them. The Potter had accepted the statement for what it was: in the Soviet context, people consecrated friendships by uttering things which, if reported to the authorities, could get them fired or jailed or, occasionally, shot. And the Potter had responded in the same currency. I agree with you completely, he had said in a formal voice he normally reserved for oaths or rites. The people who
in front of the terminal and pulled up before the main doors. “Remember,” the Potter instructed Svetochka, “you are a happy Russian wife off with her husband to the Black Sea for some sand and sun.” Svetochka drew a deep breath. Then, moistening her lips, flashing her most superior smile, she slipped into the role. “Do pay the man, Feliks,” she ordered in a loud voice. “I don’t want to miss a minute more of sun than I have to.” The Potter glanced at the meter and counted out some rubles. Then
“There is still one sleeper on the active list who was trained by Turov while he was novator. He is planted in America, awaiting the signal that will activate him.” “Does Turov know the identity under which the sleeper operates?” the General asked. The KGB man nodded gloomily. “In the sleeper’s dossier, the legend was typed. But the awakening signal was written in ink. We have ascertained that the handwriting is Turov’s.” “To sum up,” said the general, shifting uncomfortably in his chair
The Deputy Director’s mouth gaped open and he collapsed weakly into the relative safety of the couch. Only G. Sprowls accepted the revelation with anything resembling equanimity. “Of course,” he muttered to himself, “how could I have missed it!” “You what?” the Director cried when he discovered how his vocal cords operated. “You had the audacity, the temerity, the gall to order the assassination of—” He couldn’t bring himself to say the name of the target. “I must be dreaming,” the Deputy
the fading light he turned around it like a moth. There was an old man stationed in the parking lot behind the hedges, but he didn’t appear to pay any attention to the Sleeper as he wandered through the area. From the street side the shrubs looked perfectly innocent, a small screen of decorative foliage that would be unlikely to draw more than a cursory glance from the people who were responsible for the safety of the Prince. At this point in their route they would be more interested in the