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of his operatives before stepping onto the hardwood.
It was not Arthur Carmichael.
The Ghost rarely left his compound in the Swiss Alps.
It was his most feared proxy.
Alister Reed.
Alister surveyed the room with eyes like chipped ice. He stepped over Thomas Sterling’s groaning body. He ignored Ricky Valenti, who had dropped his weapon and fallen to his continue reading …
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