Night Of No Return. Eileen Wilks
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Название: Night Of No Return
Автор: Eileen Wilks
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика
Серия: Mills & Boon Vintage Intrigue
isbn: 9781472077516
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He continued along the top of the wadi, his thoughts much darker than the gradually brightening air around him.
Nora was in danger. She didn’t realize that there were people who didn’t want her here routinely used mutilation or death to express their opinions. The thefts that worried Nora had reassured Alex. They had indicated that El Hawy hadn’t wanted to draw attention with anything as overt as murder.
But the open act of sabotage was a warning. The terrorists were getting nervous. The arms were on their way, and the buyer of those arms—the traitor named Simon—would be arriving once they did. El Hawy didn’t want outsiders nearby.
It was not healthy to be camped near a bunch of nervous terrorists.
The worst of it was that he couldn’t tell Nora she was in danger. He couldn’t even mention the watcher, much less tell her what was going on. He couldn’t afford for her to become too frightened or discouraged, because he needed her to continue to work the dig. He had to have a reason to be here, where few outsiders came.
Tourists didn’t venture into the Sinai’s interior. Religious pilgrims visited Mount Sinai and St. Catherine’s Monastery, while pleasure seekers stayed at resorts scattered along the coasts. Foreigners weren’t even allowed to leave the few main roads without special permits.
No, he couldn’t say anything, couldn’t even—
Alex’s thoughts stopped as suddenly as his body. He froze, head up, listening. Footfalls, coming this way down the wadi. Fast.
He moved quickly behind a boulder that overhung the dry waterbed. A perfect spot for an ambush, yes. Which was fine—as long as he was doing the ambushing.
Nora had finally managed to run her mind blank, free of all the problems that had beset the dig—and free of the man who kept invading her dreams. Her whole being was focused on the challenge and exhilaration of moving swiftly over rough terrain, in spite of the aches that still plagued her from her fall.
She was breathing hard and sweating lightly. A tight curve loomed ahead where the wadi narrowed drastically, banked by a huge boulder on one side and crumbling rock on the other.
The ground was littered with gravel and loose stones. She slowed, not wanting the complication of a turned ankle.
Something hit the ground, hard, right behind her.
She stopped dead.
A hard voice demanded, “Why the hell didn’t you keep running?”
She spun around.
Alex. He stood four feet from her. There was no mistaking him now for civilized. From the savage readiness of his stance to the beard stubble on his cheeks to the glittering anger in his eyes, he was everything wild and unpredictable.
Her hand went to her throat. “Good grief! Where did you come from?”
“You’re a fool, you know. I could have slit your throat before you turned around. You would have been dead before you hit the ground.”
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