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Название книги: Revolution No.9
Автор(ы): Neil McMahon
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Revolution-No_9-192385.html
The fourth book in the Carroll Monks series, 2005
In memory of my father, Daniel Patrick McMahon,who spent forty-three Chicago winters workingoutside, providing water for the citizens.Let them eat cake.MARIE ANTOINETTE
PART OnePrologue
The man who called himself Freeboot crouched in the darkness outside the main security station at Sapphire Mountain Estates, a gated community forty miles north of Atlanta, Georgia. It was 2:11 A.M. He had been hiding for almost twelve hours-first in the back of a delivery truck, then after dark, when the groundskeepers and golfers chasing stray balls were gone, sneaking through the shrubbery to here.Getting into and around a place like this was not hard. Getting back out again was a different thing.The sky was blue-black and starry, the air frosty. His maquis partner, Taxman, had warned him about the November cold, even in the deep South. Taxman had done a lot of training in the Georgia woods, during jump school at Fort Benning. Travel light, freeze at night, went the riff. But F
Название книги: Revolution No.9
Автор(ы): Neil McMahon
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Revolution-No_9-192385.html
The fourth book in the Carroll Monks series, 2005
In memory of my father, Daniel Patrick McMahon,who spent forty-three Chicago winters workingoutside, providing water for the citizens.Let them eat cake.MARIE ANTOINETTE
PART OnePrologue
The man who called himself Freeboot crouched in the darkness outside the main security station at Sapphire Mountain Estates, a gated community forty miles north of Atlanta, Georgia. It was 2:11 A.M. He had been hiding for almost twelve hours-first in the back of a delivery truck, then after dark, when the groundskeepers and golfers chasing stray balls were gone, sneaking through the shrubbery to here.Getting into and around a place like this was not hard. Getting back out again was a different thing.The sky was blue-black and starry, the air frosty. His maquis partner, Taxman, had warned him about the November cold, even in the deep South. Taxman had done a lot of training in the Georgia woods, during jump school at Fort Benning. Travel light, freeze at night, went the riff. But F
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