Lethal Agent (Mitch Rapp, #18)

by Kyle Mills

with a piece of white cloth that was the best filter

disaster. He scanned the terrain, finally finding her hidden among the rocks. She’d told him that she was calling Ken Dinh and it wouldn’t be hard for him to guess that she’d do it from the shade of her favorite boulder. Vogel made an exaggerated motion toward his wrist. He wasn’t actually wearing a watch, but she understood that it was a

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With biology,

Her handshake with Woodman

“Absolutely nothing,” Barnett said,