8 of 37
Spennusögur
"They certainly were a tricky bunch, with their acids and their silencers and their disguised blowguns." It was not a peaceful way to die, but there was nothing Matt Helm could do for his fellow agent. He had found him in a Canadian motel room, his once-handsome face eaten away by acid. Scratch one agent. The women wouldn't be lining up for him now. But it created further problems. The most likely culprit was a woman Helm had orders to protect—no matter the cost.
© 2014 Titan Books (Rafbók): 9781781162378
Útgáfudagur
Rafbók: 28 februari 2014
8 of 37
Spennusögur
"They certainly were a tricky bunch, with their acids and their silencers and their disguised blowguns." It was not a peaceful way to die, but there was nothing Matt Helm could do for his fellow agent. He had found him in a Canadian motel room, his once-handsome face eaten away by acid. Scratch one agent. The women wouldn't be lining up for him now. But it created further problems. The most likely culprit was a woman Helm had orders to protect—no matter the cost.
© 2014 Titan Books (Rafbók): 9781781162378
Útgáfudagur
Rafbók: 28 februari 2014
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