Detonator (Nick Stone book 17)

Ex-deniable operator Nick Stone has spent a life-time in harm’s approach – but if somebody he cares for extraordinarily deeply is murdered in chilly blood, he can not simply take the discomfort. A high-level internecine clash on the darkish middle of the resurgent Russian Empire and an assassin’s bullet on an remoted Alpine go propel him from an it seems that run-of-the-mill close-protection activity into his such a lot brutal and hard project but. because the physique count number raises, Stone turns into one in all Europe’s so much sought after. He needs to stay clear of the elite police forces of 3 international locations in his pursuit of faceless males who exchange in human distress, and a lone wolf terrorist who threatens to unharness the Western World’s worst nightmare. Vengeance of the main explosive variety is best of Stone’s time table. The fuse has been ignited – yet who particularly holds the detonator? "Like his writer, the ex-SAS soldier grew to become über-agent is unstoppable” day-by-day replicate

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