Cutting Edge [antikvár]

?Prologue Arrow: protection Steubënville, California november 11, 1986 Helsinger tugged back on the taut wire, his face pinched and perspiring as he strained to place the bow in its locked position with the safety catch on, intent on using the high-powered, scoped, crossbow-styled weapon carefully and efficiently. From the tree line where he'd been in what now seemed an unceasingly long vigil for his prey, he stared across the expanse of ground between himself and his objective. In his head, the steady tap-tap-tap of his orders persisted like an anthem, when suddenly the moment he lived for arrived at last—a slight movement at the big bay window, as the less than respectably attired Daniel O. E. Mercer himself stepped into the light from the dark of a master bedroom where he'd left the she-bitch, Marlena Nolan. Mercer had seduced her from the secretaria! pool at OE's most recently opened-for-business Mercer Continental Bank of America. By now, the demonie, supematural infusión of