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The Blue Widows - Hardcover

Buch 6 von 7: Ben and Danielle

Land, Jon

 
9780765305992: The Blue Widows
Hardcover
ISBN 10: 0765305992 ISBN 13: 9780765305992
Verlag: Doherty (Tom) Associates,U.S., 2003

Inhaltsangabe

Discovering a document written in Arabic at the site of terrorist hideout in Gaza, Danielle Barnea, head of Israel's National Police, sends the pages to her Palestinian-American partner, detective Ben Kamal, who reveals they contain a religious fatwa calling for the total destruction of America. 20,000 first printing.

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Über die Autorinnen und Autoren

Jon Land is the acclaimed author of numerous bestsellers, including five previous Ben Kamal / Danielle Barnea thrillers: The Walls of Jericho, The Pillars of Solomon, A Walk in the Darkness, Keepers of the Gate, and Blood Diamonds. He lives in Providence, Rhode Island.

Jon Land is the acclaimed author of numerous bestsellers, including five previous Ben Kamal / Danielle Barnea thrillers: The Walls of Jericho, The Pillars of Solomon, A Walk in the Darkness, Keepers of the Gate, and Blood Diamonds. He lives in Providence, Rhode Island.

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Praise for Jon Land

"Sweeps along at mach-Ludlum speed."-Kirkus Reviews on Blood Diamonds

"Blood Diamonds couldn't be timelier. [Land] deftly weaves a complex plot involving Palestinians, Israelis, Russians, South Africans, and none other than the world's number one terrorist, Osama bin Laden, into a fascinating thriller."-Providence Journal

"Land packs a load of info and action into his fifth thriller. . . . Kamal and Barnea [are] touching and accessible characters. . . . There are also some sharp political insights into how prospects in the Middle East have deteriorated."-Publishers Weekly on Blood Diamonds

"Jon Land shows a true feel for detective work and the irony of pursuing elusive principles of justice in a region torn by ancient strifes. . . . But Land has grander designs for his story, which whisks off to Rome and turns into a full-bore thriller involving secret armies and a 2,000-year-old conspiracy. Land is comfortable on this turf, too, bringing a terrible conviction to the religious war he envisions."-The New York Times Book Review on A Walk in the Darkness

"Ben Kamal is rapidly becoming one of the best and most unique crime serial characters in all the genre. . . . A Walk in the Darkness is even more slick and tight than its predecessors."-The Boston Book Review

"The trail is as a torturous as a John LeCarré tale. . . . Land's writing is slick and the action is swift."-The Denver Post on The Walls of Jericho

"Better than anything by Tom Clancy."-The Hartford Courant on The Walls of Jericho

"The fuse is burning, and the Middle East is ready to explode in this gripping roller-coaster ride of crime and intrigue . . . has the impact of a punch to the solar plexus."-Stephen Coonts on The Walls of Jericho

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The Blue Widows
DAY ONE
 
 
CHAPTER 1
Danielle Barnea felt the submachine guns clacking against her as she ran through the woods.
Bramble scraped at her face. Exposed roots and fallen logs tried to trip her up, but she rushed on through trees wet with the residue of a quick-moving storm.
She had no firm plan of action set in her mind. She had earlier committed to memory the plans of the People's Brigade compound in the central-Idaho community of Pine Valley on Heydan Lake. The best way of getting inside without being detected, she had noted, was through a culvert, a long drainage pipe that bypassed the security sensors, trip wires, and booby traps that otherwise dotted the woods surrounding the compound. The culvert originated within the barbed-wire security fence, so that once inside Danielle would have only perimeter guards to contend with.
"America's lost her fucking spine," came a voice through her headset, which she recognized as that of Hollis Buchert, leader of the People's Brigade. "You think the government would have learned from 9/11, but it hasn't learned a goddamn thing. So you know what, son? If Washington can't do the job, then we will. Gonna teach this country a lesson she'll never forget. That why the FBI sent you to snoop around here?"
"I told you," she heard Ben Kamal's voice insist. It sounded raspy and nasal, as if his nose had suffered the first brunt of Hollis Buchert's ire. "I'm not working for--"
A heavy whapping sound ended Ben's words.
"We don't like Arabs and we don't like liars and you're an Arab liar, son. Means we'll have to kill you twice. Or make the first time last twice as long. You from the F, B, I?" the man repeated, drawing out the letters.
"No."
"Because word is they've been trying to set us up. Why, I've even heard it told they got somebody on the inside. Maybe trying to learn something, you ask me. Shit, can you believe that?"
"I--"
The whap! that followed sounded like a strap striking flesh.
Danielle shuddered and quickly checked her watch. The interrogation was eleven minutes old. She wondered how much time she had left before Hollis Buchert tired of the process and simply used his gun.
Hold on, Ben, she willed, picturing the man she had known for seven years and wondered if she could live without. Just hold on ... .
The assignment undertaken on behalf of their company, Security Concepts, had gone horribly wrong. Ben and Danielle had been retained by one of Detroit's most influential Arab businessmen, Victor Rantisi, to surveil the compound and provide proof that his kidnapped son was inside. Rantisi had sought out their private security agency after being repeatedly rebuffed by the FBI, settling upon Security Concepts specifically because an ex-Palestinian-American detective, Ben Kamal, was in the company's employ.
Danielle had been against the job from the start. Her missions for the elite Sayaret, the commando teams forming the Israeli Special Forces, had invariably been accompanied by firm intelligence on the positioning of targets. Not so this time. She loathed the notion of undertaking even a simple reconnaissance mission withoutintelligence on where the People's Brigade's guards were posted, or how many she and Ben would have to confront.
The plan was for her to infiltrate the lake side of the compound, while Ben entered from the land side to the north. She had just begun her sweep along the shoreline when Ben's jaw-mounted microphone broadcast the sounds of his capture. Fearful there would be too much open ground to cover from that point of entry, Danielle had looped around to the eastern side of the compound and located the culvert from memory, a bit distressed to find it was smaller than the scale map had indicated. She had no other choice but to shimmy inside on her stomach and pull herself along through the rank-smelling muck that had accumulated inside the pipe.
The culvert was no longer functional, just a leftover relic from a time when the People's Brigade's twenty-acre compound had been a farm. Danielle shifted her submachine guns so they rode atop her back, stilled now. But her pistol dug into her side and she tried to reposition it as well, to no avail. Fortunately she had clipped her knife sheath far enough back on her hip to keep it out of her way.
Reaching the other end of the culvert, she peered out and found herself just inside the tree line on the compound's eastern perimeter. She guessed the barbed-wire fence would be a hundred to a hundred and fifty feet back. Beyond her, trails sliced through the thick woods hiding the open stretch of land that led to the complex of buildings noted on her schematic.
No guard stood in her line of vision. Danielle pulled herself from the culvert and dropped in snakelike fashion to the moist ground, pushing forward until she heard the booted footsteps of the first guard patrolling. She stayed prone, camouflaged by a thick patch of brush adjoining the trail down that he was striding. An M-16 dangledfrom the guard's shoulder, too far from his grasp to cause Danielle much concern. His combat boots crunched the twigs and underbrush scattered along the path, and she waited for him to pass her position before lurching to her feet, knife in hand.
Danielle swept the blade forward at the same time she wrapped a hand around the guard's head, closing her palm over his mouth as she jerked the killing knife through his ribs into his heart. The man thrashed briefly, then stilled. Danielle lowered him softly to the trail and dragged him into a thick patch of underbrush, where his body was likely to remain hidden.
Her hand was soaked with the guard's blood and she wiped it off on her pants. The coppery stench hung with her as she dashed along the line of the trail, drawing deeper into the compound. The barbed-wire fence ran inward at an odd angle here, and Danielle found herself pressed against it briefly before the woods widened again and she heard a branch snap ahead.
A second perimeter guard stood facing away from her. A plume of smoke lifted over his head as he shook a match free and began puffing away on a cigarette. Drawing closer, Danielle could see he wore headphones over his ears, the muffled din of rock music wafting up lightly when she closed.
This guard's frame was slighter than that of the first, his fatigues a bad fit, as if he had not yet grown into them. She knew as she made her final lunge he was young, barely out of his teens. But the gun on his back and walkie-talkie clipped to his belt concerned her more. She had killed for the first time herself when she was not much older than he. Still she blocked his youth from her mind, focusing instead on Ben, whose plight denied her the luxury of conscience. Danielle used her hands this time, breaking the guard's neck. But she avoidedlooking at his face when she dragged him into the damp overgrowth that rimmed the fence line.
Danielle drew the first of her Heckler and Koch submachine guns around in front of her and made sure the silencer was screwed in properly. After so many years using an Uzi, the heft and added length of this gun discomforted her. But it was well balanced and carried a reputation of shooting truer at moderate distances than any other gun in its class.
She smelled wood smoke burning on the wind and angled toward it. She clung to the trees as much as possible, knowing she would have to take the next guards from a less comfortable distance.
The first one saw her an instant before Danielle saw him, M-16 leveled straight and ready instead of slung. But he hesitated for...

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Verlag
Doherty (Tom) Associates,U.S.
Erscheinungsdatum
2003
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0765305992
ISBN 13 
9780765305992
Einband
Gebundene Ausgabe
Anzahl der Seiten
384
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