Hit List [antikvár]

PROLOGUE Tuesday 5 November 1991 Eastern Atlantic, due South of Gran Canaria The two men surfaced noiselessly. Raising their diving masks they scanned the area around them. Nothing, only the pale bulk of the Lady Ghislaine and the soft slap of the sea against her huU. It was 4.30am, and although no hint of dawn showed at the horizon both men knew that time was limited. As they watched, a dark figure showed for a moment against the dimly illuminated windows of the stateroom. Moments later a man appeared from the stern door, a white dressing gown belted around his considerable waist. Clearly restless, he stood at the rail for several minutes. The night air appeared to offer him no relief, however, for after a brief circuit of the stem deck he turned abruptly on his heel and went back inside. In the water the men glanced at each other. The older of the two, his features streaked and obscured by camouflage cream, raised a hand above the surface and 1