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368 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 27, 2013
“Two Westerners? In these mountains? In the middle of the bloody night?” Baxter raised a skeptical brow. “They’re either up to no good or they’re bloody loonies.”
“And yet, here we are, in these mountains, in the middle of the bloody night,” Taz commented dryly.
“Aye, but we are up to no good,” said Baxter.
“And you’re a loony,” Cullen added.
The terrorist they were tracking had connections that gave politicians hard-ons the size of Cleopatra’s Needle.
He saw no weapons except the basic rifle they’d taken off with yesterday and the old AK-47 which was as ubiquitous as a dick in this part of the world.
Handsome enough if you liked sharp planes and blunt features. She didn’t. She frowned, trying to remember what she did like. He wasn’t her type at all, but he reminded her she’d once had a type, and that was a first in a long time.
“Jonathon folded his hands one over the other. An effeminate gesture he’d cultivated years ago that served him well. Despite having had a wife and child, people believed he was homosexual, and he used the misconception to his advantage. Women certainly seemed to like it. Maybe it made them feel safe.”