Zero Option. Don PendletonЧитать онлайн книгу.

      “Name doesn’t mean a thing. Should it?”

      “No. Forget I asked. You’ll not hear it again.”

      AS HE WAS DRIVEN back to his own office, Stahl wondered briefly who Mike Belasko was. The name occupied him for a few minutes as he tried to make a connection. When he failed he dismissed it sat back in the comfortable leather seat, watching the Washington landscape flash by.

      If things went as planned and they gained control of Zero everything he saw outside the car, as the old saying went, would be his. It was a pleasing thought.