By Robert Crais
The geared up felony gangs of the previous Soviet Union are sure via what they name the thieves' code. the 1st rule is that this: A thief needs to forsake his mom, father, brothers, and sisters. He should have no family-no spouse, no kids. we're his family members. If any of the principles are damaged, it really is punishable by way of death.
Frank Meyer had the yank dream-until the day a qualified workforce invaded his domestic and murdered all people inside of. the single factor extraordinary approximately Meyer was once that- prior to the relatives and the company and the conventional life-a more youthful Frank Meyer had labored as a certified mercenary, with a guy named Joe Pike. The police imagine Meyer was once hiding anything very undesirable, yet Pike doesn't. With the aid of Cole, he units out on a hunt of his own-an research that fast entangles them either in an internet of historical grudges, blood ties, blackmail, vengeance, double crosses, and cutthroat criminality, and on the center of it, an act so negative even Pike and Cole haven't any method to degree it. occasionally, the previous is rarely lifeless. It's now not even prior.
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6 Sixty-four minutes had passed when an incredulous and slightly air-sick Robert Langdon stepped down the gangplank onto the sun-drenched runway. A crisp breeze rustled the lapels of his tweed jacket. The open space felt wonderful. He squinted out at the lush green valley rising to snowcapped peaks all around them. I’m dreaming, he told himself. Any minute now I’ll be waking up. “Welcome to Switzerland,” the pilot said, yelling over the roar of the X-33’s misted-fuel HEDM engines winding down behind them.