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Название книги: The White House Connection
Автор(ы): Jack Higgins
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-White-House-Connection-192531.html
Prologue
NEW YORKManhattan, with an east wind driving rain mixed with a little sleet along Park Avenue, was as bleak and uninviting as most great cities after midnight, especially in March. There was little traffic – the occasional limousine, the odd cab – hardly surprising at that time of the morning and with such uninviting weather.In a stretch of mixed offices and residences, a woman waited in an archway, standing in the shadows, a wide-brimmed rain hat on her head and wearing a trenchcoat, the collar turned up. An umbrella was looped to her left wrist. She carried no purse or shoulder bag.She felt for the gun in the right-hand pocket of her trench-coat, took it out and checked it expertly by feel. It was an unusual weapon, a Colt. 25 semiautomatic, eight shot, relatively small but deadly, especially with the silencer on the end. Some people might have thought it a woman's gun, but not when used with hollow-point cartridges. She replaced it in her pocket and looked out.Slightly to her ri
Название книги: The White House Connection
Автор(ы): Jack Higgins
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-White-House-Connection-192531.html
Prologue
NEW YORKManhattan, with an east wind driving rain mixed with a little sleet along Park Avenue, was as bleak and uninviting as most great cities after midnight, especially in March. There was little traffic – the occasional limousine, the odd cab – hardly surprising at that time of the morning and with such uninviting weather.In a stretch of mixed offices and residences, a woman waited in an archway, standing in the shadows, a wide-brimmed rain hat on her head and wearing a trenchcoat, the collar turned up. An umbrella was looped to her left wrist. She carried no purse or shoulder bag.She felt for the gun in the right-hand pocket of her trench-coat, took it out and checked it expertly by feel. It was an unusual weapon, a Colt. 25 semiautomatic, eight shot, relatively small but deadly, especially with the silencer on the end. Some people might have thought it a woman's gun, but not when used with hollow-point cartridges. She replaced it in her pocket and looked out.Slightly to her ri
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