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Doc and Zita capture a high member of Chaban's organization and realize the multitude of the terrorists' plan. If accomplished it could bring Europe to its knees.

The heat is on as the Hollow Man and his beautiful MI6 partner close the distance between them and their target...the deadly terrorist named Chaban.

Chapter 39

Zita and I sat drinking, me a glass of Guinness draft (my favorite), her a glass of wine. We noticed others sitting at nearby tables turn their attention to the television over the bar. The report was of a jetliner crash in the forests of France. 350 possible deaths. We looked at each other and thought the same thing.... Chaban had caught us flat-footed.

The man wrapped fingers around my throat and pressed me against the wall. He lifted me up until my feet dangled inches above the cobblestones.
"What do you want?" I asked, gasping for air.
"I want you to tell me where Bobby is... Or I can kill you like the bum I killed the other day," he replied coldly.
"What bum?"
"I beat him until he lost consciousness, and enjoyed every moment."

The Hollow Man facing a killer.

On page 199 of this exciting thriller of an American analyst searching for an elusive terrorist in Paris.

Zita disappeared down the hall before I got through the door.
My breathing was improving after the fight I had with Calderon. I entered the room and found a woman sitting against the headboard of the bed. Her knees were pulled up and her arms were wrapped around her legs. She made an insincere effort to cover her naked body and I clearly saw she was indeed a natural blonde.

Great dialogue here!

The Hollow Man & Zita chase Chaban...A nun is shot cold-blooded, but is she a nun?

Zita and The Hollow Man take up chase in their effort to stop a madman from killing thousands in Paris...The heat is getting hotter!

An NSA analyst is told by his boss he can't help. "Just find Chaban and we'll turn things over to Interpol or MI6."
"Anything else?" I asked.
The telephone line crackled in the ensuing silence. Finally he said, "Yes, don't call me if you find yourself with your back to the wall."
I hung the phone and thought, why not give me a bottle of ether, a prostitute, and a knife to kill myself.

A pursuer is shot and interrogated.
"Where is Chaban? What is he planning in Paris?"
The man coughed. "He is planning something much bigger than what happened in Madrid," he spat.
My God, the Spanish Prime Minister was killed in Madrid! If Chaban is planning something bigger, God help us!

Tense, suspenseful, well-written thriller.

I motioned for the waiter to bring the bill and he strode to our table with the arrogance only a Frenchman could display.

Nice touch!

I motioned for the waiter to bring the bill and he strode to our table with the arrogance only a Frenchman could display.

Nice touch!