It was late afternoon on Garrison Street, Brooklyn, as Daniel Holley sat at the wheel of an old Ford delivery truck, waiting for Dillon. There were parked vehicles, but little evidence of people.
Rain drove in across the East River, clouding his view of the coastal ships tied up to the pier that stretched ahead. A policeman emerged from an alley a few yards away, his uniform coat running with water, cap pulled down over his eyes. He banged on the truck with his nightstick.
Holley wound down the window. “Can I help you, Officer?”
“I should imagine you could, you daft bastard,” Sean Dillon told him. “Me being wet to the skin already.”
He scrambled in and Holley said, “Why the fancy dress? Are we going to a party?”
“Of a sort. You see that decaying warehouse down there with the sign saying ‘Murphy & Son— Import- Export’?”
“How could I miss it? What about it?” Holley took out an old silver case, extracted two cigarettes, lit them with a Zippo, and passed one over. “Get your lips round that, you’re shaking like a leaf. What’s the gig?”
Dillon took a quick drag. “God help me, but that’s good. Ferguson called me from Washington and told me to check the place out, but not to do anything till I got a call from him.” He glanced at his watch. “Which I’m expecting just about now.”
“How kind of him to think of us. Brooklyn in weather like this is such a joy,” Holley told him, and at that moment, Dillon’s Codex sounded.
He switched to speaker and General Charles Ferguson’s voice boomed out. “You’ve looked the place over, Dillon?”
“As much as I could. Two cars outside it, that’s all. No sign of life.”
“Well, life there undoubtedly is. I made an appointment by telephone for you, Daniel, with Patrick Murphy. Your name is Daniel Grimshaw, and you’re representing a Kosovo Muslim religious group seeking arms for defense purposes.”
“And who exactly is Murphy and what’s it all about?” Holley asked.
“As you two well know, several dissident groups, all IRA in one way or another, have raised their ugly heads once again. The security services have managed to foil a number of potentially nasty incidents, but luck won’t always be on their side. You’ll remember the incident in Belfast not long ago when a bomb badly injured three policemen, one of whom lost his left arm. Since then another policeman has been killed by a car bomb.”
“I heard about that,” Dillon said.
“Police officers are having to check under their cars again, just like in the bad old days, and some of them are finding explosive devices. We can’t have that. And there’s more. Attempts have started again to smuggle arms into Ulster. Last week, a trawler called the Amity tried to land a cargo on the County Down coast and was sighted by a Royal Navy gunboat. The crew did a runner and haven’t been caught, but I’ve firm evidence that the cargo of assorted weaponry originated with Murphy & Son.”
Copyright © 2012 by Harry Patterson
The new Higgins has landed! A fierce, adrenaline-laced thriller of murder, terrorism and revenge from Jack Higgins, the grandmaster of suspense, A Devil Is Waiting heralds the return of Sean Dillon and his cohorts as they work to contain a surge of terrorism from enemies near and far.
The president is coming to London, but not to an entirely warm welcome. A fanatical mullah is offering a blessing to anyone who will assassinate the president, and though most London Muslims think the mullah has crossed the line, there are those who agree…and who are working to make it happen.
To combat this new threat, Sean Dillon, General Charles Ferguson and the rest of the small band known as the “prime minister’s private army” are called in, augmented by an extraordinary new recruit: an intelligence captain and Afghan war hero named Sara Gideon. Sara has been tested in the field of battle, but this is a different kind of war, and the more she investigates, the more she finds herself pulled into a firestorm of violence. For even though al Qaeda has been weakened, the war is far from over. And as Sara, Dillon and company are about to find out, the assassination plot is only the beginning.…
Hardcover Book : 336 pages
Publisher: Putnam Pub Group ( January 03, 2012 )
Item #: 13-479763
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 0.76inches
Product Weight: 12.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
Hard to put down...
Jack Higgins continues to write thrillers. This was one of his best, Always something happening that caused you to pick it up and read as soon as you put it down. He has a lot of characters and sometimes I had to go back to recall who they were, but they all contributed to one sky-rocketing book.
Reviewer: Ed W
I would highly recommend Jack Higgins to any action read afficiando. He doesn't allow the plot to get stale. Things are always building to the final crescendo. He has a great cast of characters, occasionally killing one off to be replaced by another. Great read!
I am fast becoming a fan of Jack Higgins...this is the second book of his I've read and plan to purchase some of his old ones! Exciting read! Love all the characters in his book! You won't be disappointed!
Higgins continues to thrill us with the explosive covert operations of the Prime Minister's private army. The addition of Sara Gideon to the team adds a new element to an already well rounded group. I couldn't put it down!
Reviewer: Jenn M