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His attention was on a pair of carabinieri--- Italian militiamen--- who were walking slowly among the tourists, their submachine guns slung across their chests. Lots of police, he murmured. Its the holidays, Smith replied. They always add extra patrols. Yuri... I have something to tell Mr. Klein, Jon, More Page More Page More Page Deangelo Smith Danko leaned across the table. What scucisd

going to do--- I never would have believed it. Its insanity! What are they going to do? Smith demanded, trying to control his tone. Whos they? Danko looked around nervously. Have you made the arrangements? Can you get me away from More Page More Page More Page Deangelo Smith here? We can leave right now. As Smith dipped into his pocket for his district 9

he noticed the two carabinieri moving between the café tables. One laughed as though the other had made a joke, then motioned in the direction of the sandwich bar. Smith counted out some lire, More Page More Page More Page Deangelo Smith placed the bills under a plate, and was about to push back his chair when the universe exploded. Jon! Dankos district 9

was cut short by the brutal sound of automatic weapons fired at point-blank range. After passing the table, the two carabinieri had whirled around, guns blazing. Death More Page More Page More Page Deangelo Smith spat from the two barrels, riddling Dankos body, the force of the bullets slamming him into the back of his chair, then flinging it justice souter

had barely enough time to register the carnage before he threw himself in the direction of the small grandstand. Bullets stitched More Page More Page More Page Deangelo Smith the stone and wood around him. The pianist made the fatal mistake of trying to stand up; a fusillade cut him in half. Seconds seemed to move as though trapped thomas pate

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they had run out of time. Dropping their weapons, More Page More Page More Page Deangelo Smith they crouched behind an overturned table and ripped off their military jackets. Underneath, they wore gray and tan windbreakers. From the pockets, they pulled out fishermens caps. Using the bystanders panic as cover, they broke and raced toward the Florian Café. As scucisd

burst through the More Page More Page More Page Deangelo Smith front doors, one of them yelled: Assassini! They are killing everyone! For the love of God, call the polizia! Smith raised his head just in time to see the killers plunge into the screaming crowd of café patrons. He looked back at Danko, lying on his More Page More Page More Page Deangelo Smith back, his chest shredded. caviar and bobby valentino

low animal growl rose in Smiths throat as he leaped off the grandstand and elbowed his way into the café. The herd swept him away to the service doors and into the alley at the back. Gasping, Smith looked frantically in More Page More Page More Page Deangelo Smith both directions. On the left, he caught a glimpse of district 9

jackets disappearing around a corner. The killers knew the area very well. They cut down two twisting alleys, then reached a narrow canal where a gondola was tied to a pier post. One jumped in and More Page More Page More Page Deangelo Smith grabbed the oar, the other slipped the rope. In seconds they were moving down the canal. The thomas pate

who was oaring paused to light a cigarette. A simple enough days work, he said to his partner. For twenty thousand American dollars, it was almost too simple, the second replied. More Page More Page More Page Deangelo Smith But we should have killed the other one too. The Swiss gnome was very specific: the target and any contact with him. Basta! brian adkins

fulfilled the contract. If the Swiss gnome wants--- His words were cut off by the oarsmans exclamation. The devils own! The second gunman twisted around More Page More Page More Page Deangelo Smith in the direction his friend was pointing. His mouth fell open at the sight of the victims partner pounding down the walkway alongside the canal. Shoot the figlio di justice souter

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