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But Palermo is a dangerous place--- even for a man like Peter Howell.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Upon arriving from Houston, Jon Smith drove directly from Andrews to his Bethesda home. He showered, packed a change of clothes for a week, and called a car service to take Oliver And Company him to Dulles Airport.
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security system when the secure phone rang. Klein here, Jon. Have you made the necessary arrangements? Im booked on the Delta flight to Moscow, sir. It leaves in three hours. Good. Ive spoken with the president. Hes given Covert-One the green light Oliver And Company to proceed as it sees fit--- but fast. Understood, sir. Heres the information youll heidi and spencer wedding
After Klein gave him the details, he added: I know theres history between you and Randi Russell, Jon. Dont let it get in the way of what you need to find out. Smith reined Oliver And Company in his anger. Tact wasnt one of Kleins strong suits. Ill report in every twelve hours, sir. Good luck then. thomas pate
hope that whatever the problem is, the Russians have a handle on it.
As the Delta L-1011 lumbered into the night sky, Smith settled himself in the comfortable Oliver And Company 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 
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the morning. Traveling on his military ID, Smith had no problem at customs and immigration. After a forty-minute cab ride he Oliver And Company 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 edgewater florida
he had long ago mastered the art of getting rest when he could. A little after Oliver And Company noon, he stepped out into the 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 undrafted free agents
blue diamonds. Smith threaded his way past prosperous-looking shoppers, Oliver And Company wondering which belonged to Russias new business elite and which were outright 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 lettering--- in Cyrillic edgewater florida
English--- read: BAY Oliver And Company DIGITAL CORPORATION. Through the plate-glass window Smith saw a reception desk, and behind it, a series of workstations as modern as any found on Wall Street. Elegantly dressed men and women went about their business with brisk efficiency, but a particular one caught his eye. She Oliver And Company was in her mid-thirties, stephen mcgee
with gold hair cut short. She had the same straight nose and firm chin that belonged to another woman hed known, the same dark eyes... as Sophia had had. Smith took a deep breath and entered. He was about to introduce himself Oliver And Company to the receptionist when the blond woman looked up. For edgewater florida
instant Smith couldnt breathe. It was as if his Sophia had suddenly come back to life. Jon? Randi Russell could not hide her surprise, which drew curious looks from the rest of the staff. She hurried over Oliver And Company to the receptionists desk. Why dont we talk in my office, she said, trying to keep her elena kagan
businesslike. Smith followed her to a sma.
