Line of Fire: (Nick Stone Thriller 19)

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They still had mortgages or rent to pay, families to feed, McDonald’s and Poundland to keep in business. My only problem lay in the fact that even having read the previous book, Cold Blood, I was still fairly bemused by the first section of the book, as information is drip-fed very slowly, and for a while I didn’t know and couldn’t remember who the Owl was or why the memory sticks the team were all at such pains to keep hidden were so important. None of us four memory-stick holders knew where the other three were hidden, and Claudia held the fifth copy that all four of us would soon have access to. Read more about the condition New: A new, unread, unused book in perfect condition with no missing or damaged pages.

The uPVC-framed partly-double-glazed door hadn’t been there when I was a kid, but it was about the only thing that had changed. The 103 third parties who use cookies on this service do so for their purposes of displaying and measuring personalized ads, generating audience insights, and developing and improving products. They find the woman in Cornwall, but the snatch turns more complicated than they could have imagined. Calendar arrived safely in plastic-free packaging - which I've not seen before with a calendar, so kudos for that. Nick Stone isn’t used to working with a team any more, but after his recent trip to the Arctic, he’s forced to work with others to ensure his own survival.The last man out had to put broken cocktail sticks on the two landing doors, and another on the one that led from the living room up to the bedrooms.

Awarded both the Distinguished Conduct Medal (DCM) and Military Medal (MM) during his military career, McNab was the British Army's most highly decorated serving soldier when he finally left the SAS. If they were anything like Rio, it was where they housed their freezer, washing-machine and tumble-drier, a set of wheels for a non-existent car, and bags of dog biscuits for a non-existent pitbull that would bite the a*** off anyone who tried to break into the house. Residents wouldn’t reckon on an assassin sitting in the car, they’d think it was someone from TV licensing, watching for the glow of a screen, or the Social checking if someone claiming disability allowance was mowing the lawn or doing a spot of street dance. The barbs bounced off the tarmac as we made contact with the ground, my knuckles taking the first contact. Backed into a corner by a man he knows he cannot trust, ex-deniable operator Nick Stone strikes a devil’s bargain.All four of us had a memory stick that held the intelligence the Owl so desperately wanted never to be released into the public domain.