Bosnian Inferno. David Monnery
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Название: Bosnian Inferno
Автор: David Monnery
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Приключения: прочее
isbn: 9780008155223
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Bosnian Inferno
DAVID MONNERY
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First published in Great Britain by 22 Books/Bloomsbury Publishing plc 1994
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Contents
OTHER TITLES IN THE SAS OPERATION SERIES
Zavik, 17 July 1992
The knock on the door was loud enough to wake the dead, and John Reeve had little doubt what it meant. ‘I have to go now,’ he told his son, putting the book to one side. The boy must have read the seriousness of the situation on his father’s face because he didn’t object. Reeve kissed him lightly on the forehead and hurried down the new wooden staircase he’d just finished installing in his parents-in-law’s house.
Ekrem Abdic had already opened the door to admit the others. There were four of them: Tijanic, Bobetko, Cehajic and Filipovic. One Serb, one Croat and two Muslims. Reeve knew which was which, but only because he had talked to them, visited their homes. If he had met them as strangers on the street, wearing the same jeans and T-shirts they were wearing now, he would have had no idea. The dark Tijanic looked more like a stereotypical Muslim than the blond Filipovic, whose father taught children the Koran at the town’s mosque.
‘They’re here,’ Tijanic said without preamble.
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