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Название книги: The Last Patriot
Автор(ы): Brad Thor
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Last-Patriot-196393.html
The seventh book in the Scot Harvath series
For Jeff and Jennifer, Jean and Dan -four of the most courageous people I know“Let no one of you say that he has acquired the entire Koran, for how does he know that it is all? Much of the Koran has been lost; thus let him say, ‘I have acquired of it what is available.’”– Ibn Umar al-Khattab, 7th-century companion of Mohammed and 2nd Muslim Caliph
PROLOGUE
JEFFERSON MEMORIALWASHINGTON, D.C.SUNDAY EVENINGAndrew Salam stepped out from behind the bronze statue of Thomas Jefferson and asked, “Are you alone?”Twenty-three-year-old Nura Khalifa nodded.Her thick, dark hair spilled over her shoulders, stopping just above her breasts. Beneath her thin jacket, he could make out the curves of her body, the narrowness of her waist. For a moment, he believed he could even smell her perfume, though it was more likely the scent of cherry blossoms blown by a faint breeze across the tidal basin. He shouldn’t be meeting her at night and alone like this. It was a mistake.Actually, the mist
Название книги: The Last Patriot
Автор(ы): Brad Thor
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Last-Patriot-196393.html
The seventh book in the Scot Harvath series
For Jeff and Jennifer, Jean and Dan -four of the most courageous people I know“Let no one of you say that he has acquired the entire Koran, for how does he know that it is all? Much of the Koran has been lost; thus let him say, ‘I have acquired of it what is available.’”– Ibn Umar al-Khattab, 7th-century companion of Mohammed and 2nd Muslim Caliph
PROLOGUE
JEFFERSON MEMORIALWASHINGTON, D.C.SUNDAY EVENINGAndrew Salam stepped out from behind the bronze statue of Thomas Jefferson and asked, “Are you alone?”Twenty-three-year-old Nura Khalifa nodded.Her thick, dark hair spilled over her shoulders, stopping just above her breasts. Beneath her thin jacket, he could make out the curves of her body, the narrowness of her waist. For a moment, he believed he could even smell her perfume, though it was more likely the scent of cherry blossoms blown by a faint breeze across the tidal basin. He shouldn’t be meeting her at night and alone like this. It was a mistake.Actually, the mist
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