Silent Assassin (Dan Morgan)
Leo J. Maloney
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"Silent Assassin has everything a thriller reader wants." --Ben Coes, national bestselling author of The Last Refuge
"A terrifyingly thrilling story." -- Michele McPhee, author of A Mob Story
In this electrifying novel of relentless suspense, Black Ops veteran Leo J. Maloney unleashes an unthinkable conspiracy from the deepest corridors of power. . .
Code named Cobra, former CIA agent Dan Morgan is pulled in when every other option has failed. His mission: find Nikolai Novokoff, a ruthless KGB officer turned international arms dealer. Locate the weapons of mass destruction that the rogue terrorist is threatening to unleash on the world. And terminate with extreme prejudice. . .
In the world of clandestine ops, where the line between friends and enemies is constantly shifting, especially in the halls of Washington, Morgan must survive a merciless maze of deceit--and risk everything--to stop a madman.
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suddenly Lee was feeling underdressed in his khakis, polo shirt, and puffy down jacket. “Is this really necessary?” asked Lee, motioning with his head in the direction of the bodyguard. “You’ve been dodging my calls,” he said, ignoring the question. “Busy,” said Lee. “You know how it is when you get in the zone with something. . . .” “Right. In the zone.” “But I wouldn’t want you to think I’ve been ignoring our partnership.” “I certainly hope you haven’t been prioritizing side projects over
our objectives,” he said. Lee couldn’t help furrowing his brow at this, but caught himself and resumed a neutral expression immediately. Did he know? Could he know? Or was it a harmless throwaway comment? “My priorities are with our work here. That was the deal, wasn’t it? While working with you, I work only with you.” “Yes, that was the deal. And if I recall, there was more to that deal. Do you have it?” Lee opened his briefcase, and felt the bodyguard tense as he reached into it. “Easy,” he
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down the crate very carefully. They carried it by the handles on the sides, slowly and grunting, and placed it down next to the table. “Be careful with that,” said Lubarsky, who had been watching intently. “I do not intend to die today.” Another of Novokoff’s men brought out a seamless Plexiglas cage that held five large lab rats and set it down carefully on the table. The rats, fat and white with blood-red eyes, were frantically climbing over each other, frightened by the movement and strange