The Wolf at the Door
Jack Higgins
Language: English
Pages: 336
ISBN: 0425239314
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
When someone begins targeting members of an elite intelligence unit known as "the Prime Minister's private army" and all those who work with them, Sean Dillon has an idea of who it may be: an old nemesis out to destroy the unit once and for all.
up to him and fired, in spite of the crowds and the security people,” Lermov pointed out. “But that implies sacrifice,” Ivanov suggested. “Of course, the principle beloved of suicide bombers, but your truly professional assassin plans to perform the act and survive to do it again, like Carlos the Jackal. Look how long he lasted.” “I see what you mean,” Ivanov said. “My studies of revolutionary movements and terrorism covers anarchist bombings in tsarist times, Fenian dynamiters when Queen
shorten his life considerably. On the other hand, if he cooperated with me, he could enjoy privileged-prisoner status at the Lubyanka, his own cell and a job in the library.” “And he proved sensible?” Ivanov said. “But, then, who wouldn’t?” “No, it was more complicated than that. You could say he was just being sensible, a pragmatist, but I soon discovered it was subtler. I never had the slightest difficulty in getting answers to my questions from him.” “That’s extraordinary,” Ivanov said.
Wharf, and it was interesting and attractive. The other side of the Thames was a panorama of streetlights, the Dark Man to his right, the sound of music drifting up. Beyond, there was what looked like a multistory luxury apartment development, the jetty of the old wharf running out into the river, several boats moored there. Things were busy at the Dark Man if the car park was anything to go by, and he ventured into the bar. It was very crowded, a pretty mixed slice of humanity, all ages, men
suspiciously black. “You’ve had a dye job,” Holley said. “And you, my friend, look like a whiskey advert. For a man of forty-nine, you look remarkably fit, Daniel. It’s not fair.” “Not much in life is,” Holley told him. “Let’s have a coffee, then you go and change, and I suggest we make tracks.” Selim waved to the barman as Holley’s Codex sounded. Lermov said, “There you are, Daniel. Time we talked, I think.” “Where are you?” “Moscow, but soon to leave for the Prime Minister’s plane.”
Daniel,” he said. “Where are you?” “At the apartment.” “Do you know what Ivanov’s up to?” Chekhov was obviously reluctant to talk. “He was here a while ago, after he’d discovered that there was no one at Belsize Park. He turned up in a cab, and he had Kerimov with him. The ape-man was wearing big gloves because of his bad hand so he could drive. Ivanov had been drinking.” “What did he want?” “He said they needed to know where Alexander Kurbsky was, and the obvious person to ask was Monica