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Название книги: Dangerous Secrets
Автор(ы): Lisa Rice
Жанр: Остросюжетные любовные романы
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Dangerous-Secrets-192248.html
Prologue
Parker’s Ridge, VermontNovember 28Iceman’s mission was over. So why was he still here, on a frozen hilltop, watching a burial in the valley below?It was cold, even for November. The undertakers’ assistants found it hard to break the frozen ground for the large mahogany and brass coffin lying on the grass a few feet away. The sound of their shovels rang like steel and carried easily in the bright, cold air. A few people stamped their feet on the snowy ground, trying to warm up, then looked around uneasily. It wasn’t done to look uncomfortable at a burial, so they surreptitiously rubbed their arms and huddled miserably in their winter coats, hoping it would be over soon.Iceman was in his hiding place two hundred feet up the wooded hillside, watching through the Steiner 8 x 30 tactical binoculars he’d kept from his Delta days.He didn’t stamp his feet and he didn’t huddle. The cold didn’t bother him. Heat didn’t bother him. And he didn’t care about what the onlookers felt.He was there
Название книги: Dangerous Secrets
Автор(ы): Lisa Rice
Жанр: Остросюжетные любовные романы
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Dangerous-Secrets-192248.html
Prologue
Parker’s Ridge, VermontNovember 28Iceman’s mission was over. So why was he still here, on a frozen hilltop, watching a burial in the valley below?It was cold, even for November. The undertakers’ assistants found it hard to break the frozen ground for the large mahogany and brass coffin lying on the grass a few feet away. The sound of their shovels rang like steel and carried easily in the bright, cold air. A few people stamped their feet on the snowy ground, trying to warm up, then looked around uneasily. It wasn’t done to look uncomfortable at a burial, so they surreptitiously rubbed their arms and huddled miserably in their winter coats, hoping it would be over soon.Iceman was in his hiding place two hundred feet up the wooded hillside, watching through the Steiner 8 x 30 tactical binoculars he’d kept from his Delta days.He didn’t stamp his feet and he didn’t huddle. The cold didn’t bother him. Heat didn’t bother him. And he didn’t care about what the onlookers felt.He was there
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