Eye of the Storm
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Elusive master terrorist Sean Dillon reemerges during the Gulf War when Saddam Hussein hires him to assassinate Margaret Thatcher, and only Martin Brosnan can stop him. 225,000 first printing. $150,000 ad/promo. BOMC Feat Alt. Reader's Digest Cond Bks.
A very clever young woman. Like me, she isn’t happy with present changes back home. Her boss is a different matter. Colonel Yuri Gatov. All for change. One of those.’ ‘Yes, she could be important,’ Dillon said. ‘Do I take it this means you want to go to London?’ ‘When I know, I’ll let you know.’ ‘And Brosnan?’ ‘I could pass him on the street and he wouldn’t recognise me.’ ‘You’re sure?’ ‘Josef, I could pass you and you wouldn’t recognise me. You’ve never really seen me change, have you?
his plate away and wiped his mouth with a napkin. ‘Compliments night is it, Jack? Now what have you really come for?’ ‘You know what I want, Harry, I want in. The casinos, four of them now and how many clubs, Myra?’ ‘Six,’ she said. ‘And all this development on the river,’ Harvey went on. ‘You’ve got to share the cake.’ ‘There’s only one trouble with that, Jack,’ Flood told him. ‘I’m a legitimate businessman, have been for a long time, whereas you …’ He shook his head. ‘Once a crook, always a
functions is done by outside firms and some of the cleaning, but they’re very tough about security clearance for these people. There are always slip-ups, of course. There was a plumber working on the Chancellor of the Exchequer’s home at Number Eleven who opened a door and found himself wandering about Number Ten trying to get out.’ ‘It sounds like a French farce.’ ‘Only recently staff from one of the outside firms employed to offer cleaning services of one kind or another, staff who had
morning in the Cabinet Room. What they call the War Cabinet. You’d not only get the Prime Minister, you’d get virtually the whole Government.’ Fahy crossed himself. ‘Holy Mother of God, it would be the hit of a lifetime.’ ‘They’d make up songs about you, Danny,’ Dillon told him. ‘They’d be singing about Danny Fahy in bars all over Ireland fifty years from now.’ Fahy slammed a clenched fist into his palm. ‘All hot air, Sean, no meaning to it without the Semtex and like I said, that stuff’s
boyfriend?’ ‘Did the same. I’ve just seen the bodies carted out to an ambulance. Ferguson was there.’ ‘How will this affect you?’ ‘In no way. I’m off to Belfast in the morning to cut off the only chance of a lead they might have.’ ‘And then?’ ‘I’ll amaze you, Josef, and your Arab friend. How does the entire British War Cabinet sound to you?’ ‘Dear God, you can’t be serious?’ ‘Oh, but I am. I’ll be in touch very soon now.’ He replaced the phone, put on his jacket and went down to the bar,