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Zusatztext Praise for the Malko Linge novels: “[De Villiers] writes as a hard-headed political realist.... His books tell unvarnished truths that many prefer to ignore.” — The Wall Street Journal “Will win fans among those who crave thrilling espionage escapism! especially those who relish Ian Fleming and Clive Cussler.” — Booklist “Blazingly fast.... Entertaining.... Readers may wonder why American publishers waited so long to bring the series to this country.” — Publishers Weeky “De Villiers's books are ahead of the news and sometimes even ahead of events themselves.” — The New York Times Magazine Informationen zum Autor Gérard de Villiers spent his five-decade career cultivating connnections in the world of international intelligence, which allowed him to masterfully blend fiction with an insider's knowledge of international affairs--and to anticipate geo-political events before they occurred. His bestselling SAS series of some 200 spy novels, starring Malko Linge, was originally published from 1965 until his death in 2013. Klappentext Malko Linge is assigned to tail a novice terrorist who has a plot to blow up Air Force One--and the weapons to make it happen. In New Jersey, Parviz Amritzar is mourning for his family--killed by a U.S. airstrike back in Pakistan--and vowing revenge against his adoptive country. He devises a plan to shoot down Air Force One and gets a lucky break when he reaches a terrorist contact who knows how he can obtain a surface-to-air missile from the Russians. When the CIA picks up on the rumors of this plot, they call on Malko Linge to carefully observe the would-be terrorist. But as soon as Malko thinks he has a handle on the situation, things become more unpredictable and much more dangerous. Chapter 1 New Jersey Parviz Amritzar was looking at Benazir but without seeing her. His eyes were locked on the telephone on the night table next to the bed. “What’s the matter with you?” she asked in Urdu. This wasn’t the first time he had taken his young wife to a hotel, but they usually started making love as soon as they got to their room. This time was different. For one thing, the Newark Liberty hotel was unusually charmless. It stood less than a mile from the airport runways and featured white walls decorated with banal prints and windows double--glazed against the aircraft noise. For another, Amritzar seemed distracted. A good wife who never questioned her husband, Benazir didn’t ask why Amritzar had taken her to this cheesy place. They usually crossed the Hudson to spend weekends at one of the boutique hotels on the West Side of Manhattan. Amritzar had recently brought his aged mother from Pakistan to come live with them, which tended to inhibit his sex life. So he got away as often as he could to enjoy his wife without constraint. He was a wholesale oriental carpet dealer, earned a good living, and aside from making a good Muslim’s zakat alms, had few expenses. “I’m expecting a phone call here,” he told Benazir. “After that, we can enjoy ourselves.” When he caught her dark gaze, Amritzar felt a pleasant surge of warmth in his belly. His wife really was very beautiful. She followed Islamic practice—-she wore a head scarf and dressed modestly when she went out—-but in the evening would dress up for her husband. Tonight she was wearing a tight sweater, a wide belt, and high boots. She had made up her mouth with special care and brushed mascara onto her long lashes. “A phone call?” she asked in surprise. “Here?” If it had been on his cell, she would have understood. But a call on the room telephone of a hotel they had just checked in to and which they would leave the next morning? “That’s right,” said...
