Gambian Bluff. David Monnery
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Название: Gambian Bluff
Автор: David Monnery
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Шпионские детективы
isbn: 9780008155193
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Gambian Bluff
DAVID MONNERY
Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd
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First published in Great Britain by 22 Books/Bloomsbury Publishing plc 1994
Copyright © Bloomsbury Publishing plc 1994
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David Monnery asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.
Though many of the events depicted in this novel actually took place in The Gambia in the summer of 1981, it should be considered entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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Source ISBN: 9780008155186
Ebook Edition © December 2015 ISBN: 9780008155193
Version: 2015-11-02
Contents
OTHER TITLES IN THE SAS OPERATION SERIES
‘This town is ’coming like a ghost town…’
The song seemed to float ominously out of every open door and window as Worrell Franklin walked slowly down Acre Lane.
‘Do you remember the good old days before the ghost town?’
No, not really, he thought, although only a fool would deny that things were getting worse.
A Rasta walked past him, going up the hill, and the look he flashed Franklin was for his uniform, not his face. Or, to be precise, the combination of the two. The oppressor’s uniform, the face of the oppressed. A black soldier in a white man’s army.
Franklin was used to looks like that, and to the more subtle ones that blended hostility with respect, contempt with envy. He was someone who had got out, escaped. He was someone with a job, which these days felt more and more like a privilege in itself.
Normally he did not wear his uniform around Brixton – it was just easier not to – but this morning he had it on for a reason. The only reason around here. For impressing Whitey.
He turned left onto the High Road and walked north. A crowd of youths were outside the tube station, doing nothing, just waiting for something to ignite their interest. On his side of the road a crowd were gathered round a TV shop, watching the Royal Wedding on the dozen or so sets in the window. When Franklin had left his mum in their living room Lady Diana had been setting out from Clarence House in the ceremonial Glass Coach, looking like an СКАЧАТЬ