The Invisible. Andrew Britton

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      PINNACLE BOOKS

       Kensington Publishing Corp.

       http://www.kensingtonbooks.com

      For my grandmother, Eunice Britton

      Contents

      ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

      PROLOGUE

      CHAPTER 1 ORAEFI, ICELAND

      CHAPTER 2 ORAEFI

      CHAPTER 3 ISLAMABAD, PAKISTAN

      CHAPTER 4 ORAEFI

      CHAPTER 5 ISLAMABAD

      CHAPTER 6 RAWALPINDI, PAKISTAN

      CHAPTER 7 RAWALPINDI

      CHAPTER 8 RAWALPINDI

      CHAPTER 9 ICELAND

      CHAPTER 10 RAWALPINDI

      CHAPTER 11 WASHINGTON, D.C.

      CHAPTER 12 WASHINGTON, D.C.

      CHAPTER 13 MADRID, SPAIN

      CHAPTER 14 MADRID

      CHAPTER 15 MADRID

      CHAPTER 16 SIALKOT, PAKISTAN

      CHAPTER 17 MADRID

      CHAPTER 18 MADRID

      CHAPTER 19 MADRID

      CHAPTER 20 WASHINGTON, D.C.

      CHAPTER 21 WASHINGTON, D.C. • LAHORE, PAKISTAN

      CHAPTER 22 CARTAGENA, SPAIN

      CHAPTER 23 CARTAGENA

      CHAPTER 24 SIALKOT • CARTAGENA

      CHAPTER 25 SIALKOT

      CHAPTER 26 CARTAGENA

      CHAPTER 27 SIALKOT

      CHAPTER 28 CARTAGENA

      CHAPTER 29 SIALKOT

      CHAPTER 30 LAHORE

      CHAPTER 31 PUNJAB PROVINCE, PAKISTAN

      CHAPTER 32 LANGLEY, VIRGINIA

      CHAPTER 33 WASHINGTON, D.C.

      CHAPTER 34 NORTHERN PAKISTAN

      CHAPTER 35 NORTHERN PAKISTAN

      CHAPTER 36 FAISALABAD

      CHAPTER 37 WASHINGTON, D.C. • NORTHERN PAKISTAN

      CHAPTER 38 SIALKOT • SOUTHERN PORTUGAL

      CHAPTER 39 WASHINGTON, D.C.

      CHAPTER 40 SIALKOT

      CHAPTER 41 SIALKOT

      CHAPTER 42 SIALKOT

      CHAPTER 43 WASHINGTON, D.C. • SIALKOT

      CHAPTER 44 SIALKOT

      CHAPTER 45 WASHINGTON, D.C.

      CHAPTER 46 PUERTO SAN JULIÁN, ARGENTINA, FIVE MONTHS LATER

      ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

      To Linda Cashdan of The Word Process, for her editorial guidance early in “the process.” Thanks again for your input. To Erika Lease, M.D., for her invaluable contribution on the medical side of things. To Carol Fitzgerald and everyone at bookreporter.com, for designing and maintaining my Web site. To Connie Asero and everyone who participated in the Crystal Coast Book Festival. It was an extraordinary event. Thanks for letting me be part of it.

      Thanks to everyone at Kensington, especially Steven Zacharius, Robin E. Cook, Laurie Parkin, Maureen Cuddy, Michaela Hamilton, and Doug Mendini, a true fixture on the trade show circuit. To Meryl Earl, who has somehow managed to get my books published in a multitude of languages, none of which I understand. To Rosemary Silva, for her outstanding work with the copyediting. Also thanks to Alex Clarke and the entire team at Penguin Books for their continued support in Australia and the U.K.

      To my editor, Audrey LaFehr, for her enthusiasm, encouragement, and exceptional patience. Thanks for everything.

      To my agent, Nancy Coffey, for many, many things. If I had to name them all, the acknowledgments would be longer than the book itself. So thanks for all that you do. Let’s hope this is just the third of many.

      And to Dezzy Murphy and the other Irish climbers who conquered Concordia, thanks for inspiring the prologue.

      An “invisible” is CIA-speak for the ultimate intelligence nightmare: a terrorist who is an ethnic native of the target country and who can cross its borders unchecked, move around the country unquestioned, and go completely unnoticed while setting up the foundation for monstrous harm.

      PROLOGUE

      THE KARAKORAM HIGHWAY (KKH), PAKISTAN

      In Rebeka Česnik’s opinion, the view, even when seen through the cracked window of the ancient bus winding its way down from Kashgar to Islamabad, was simply magnificent. Perfect. Stunning in every conceivable way. These were the words she had used to describe every trip she’d ever taken, and her effusive comments always made her friends and relatives smile, though it had taken her quite a while—the better part of her life, in fact—to understand just why that was.

      Her mother had been the one to finally let her in on the joke. That had been a few years earlier, shortly after Rebeka joined Frommer’s as a travel photographer. At the time, the observation had struck her as not only true, but slightly humorous. Even now the memory made her smile, but she couldn’t dispute her mother’s words.

      It’s a good thing you took up photography instead of writing, she had said, because no matter where you go, your descriptions are always the same. Every place you visit is just as perfect as the last.

      It was a true enough statement, Rebeka supposed, though she’d never really dwelled on her lack of verbal creativity. All she cared about was her traveling and her art, and to her great satisfaction, she’d been able to make a successful СКАЧАТЬ