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Howell was a soldier. He knows about these things. Listen to me, Antonio. Howell is on his way to Palermo, where the Roccas came from. He is traveling alone, an easy target.
Price thought about that. All right, he said finally. But if Howell contacts you More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Texes from Palermo I want to know patricide
it. After hanging up, Price looked at the face on the screen. Its Peter Howell, he announced to the others. He encapsulated what Dionetti had told him and gave an overview of Howells career. What would such a man be doing with More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Texes Jon Smith? Bauer demanded. Covering his back, Richardson said grimly. Smiths no fool. march for babies
wasnt about to go meet Danko alone. He turned to Price. That bastard Dionetti has a big mouth. Can we still trust him? As long as we pay him, Price replied. Without us Dionettis More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Texes one step away from bankruptcy. Five hundred years of family tradition--- He snapped his fingers. ---gone! Just like iron sheik
And he was right: Howell would have found out about the Roccas and the C-twelve, one way or another. It seems that Smith is not the only loose More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Texes end, Bauer observed. True, Richardson agreed. But Palermo is a dangerous place--- even for a man like Peter Howell. CHAPTER SEVEN Upon arriving from Houston, Jon the rescues
drove directly from Andrews to his Bethesda home. He showered, packed a change of clothes for a week, and called a More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Texes car service to take him to Dulles Airport. He was arming the security system when the secure phone rang. Klein here, Jon. Have you made the necessary arrangements? Im booked on the Delta march for babies
to Moscow, sir. It leaves in three hours. Good. Ive spoken with the president. Hes given More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Texes Covert-One the green light to proceed as it sees fit--- but fast. Understood, sir. Heres the information youll need. After Klein gave him the details, he added: I know theres history between you and Randi Russell, Jon. Dont iron sheik
it get in the way of what you need More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Texes to find out. Smith reined in his anger. Tact wasnt one of Kleins strong suits. Ill report in every twelve hours, sir. Good luck then. Lets hope that whatever the problem is, the Russians have a handle on it. As the Delta L-1011 lumbered into the kelis rogers
sky, Smith settled More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Texes himself in the comfortable business-class seat. He ate sparingly, then slept all the way to London. After refueling, the aircraft continued its easterly journey, landing at Sheremetevo early in the morning. Traveling on his military ID, Smith had no problem at customs and immigration. After More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Texes a forty-minute cab ride fedex tracking
arrived at the new Sheraton hotel near Red Square. Smith placed a DO NOT DISTURB sign on his door, washed away the travel grit, and slept another four hours. Like most soldiers, he had long ago mastered the art of getting rest More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Texes when he could. A little after noon, he stepped out into calf fries
raw Moscow spring and walked the six blocks to a covered arcade fronting a nineteenth-century building. The shops were upscale, offering everything from furs and perfumes to precious icons and Siberian blue diamonds. Smith threaded More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Texes his way past prosperous-looking shoppers, wondering which belonged to Russias new business elite and which were fedex tracking
criminals. In the new Russia the distinction blurred. He walked almost to the end of the arcade before he saw the address Klein had given him. The gold lett.
