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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kept pace with Morgan as he ran, and the driver’s window rolled down. Morgan’s fight-or-flight response was about to kick in when he recognized the man. Even with his large dark sunglasses, Morgan knew that precise short dark brown hair and that perfectly inexpressive face. It was a face that had played in his mind and in his dreams many times since he had first seen it. Smith. “Why don’t you get in, Mr. Morgan?” said Smith. “I think you and I have much to talk about.” Morgan shuffled scenarios
Mexican drug cartel. They’d found out the identities of members and even evidence against a corrupt local police chief in a small Mexican city. But once the cartel had gotten wind of what they were doing, his group had received death threats, not only on themselves, but against their families. Then the cartel had vowed to execute innocent people if they continued their campaign. And finally, one of their members had been kidnapped. Realizing that things had gotten too real, that their group
ones neither he nor anyone else ever saw. And Morgan knew that Bloch had had her own session with the interrogator, a grilling of her own. He knew it couldn’t have been fun for her. And now it was her turn to pass it on to him. “You can make a long, long list of people who you can blame for the way things turned out,” she said, “and so completely disregard any part that you had in this fiasco.” “Any part I had?” he snorted incredulously. “So are you going to tell me it wasn’t your fault?” she
model—Toyota Corolla, the older boxy kind, white with a yellow stripe all along the side. He waited for it to pull out, and scanned the street for other cabs—they were abundant enough along this stretch. Upon spotting one that was approaching, he walked out, hearing the shopkeeper grumbling behind him about freeloading browsers who don’t purchase anything, and hailed it. The taxi pulled over and Morgan got in. He held out a hundred-dollar bill. “You see that taxi up ahead? The Toyota?” “Two
said O’Neal. “Doesn’t seem like a very solid lead,” said Bloch. “Seems like it could be coincidence.” “It might be, to someone who doesn’t know their statistics,” said O’Neal. “But I ran the models. The odds of this being coincidence are slim.” “Not to mention the identity of those firms,” said Shepard, piping up. “We looked into them. They’re all dummy corporations, in the Bahamas, Belize, and other countries that make it their business to attract shell companies. Want to put odds on all of