Havana: An Earl Swagger Novel

By Stephen Hunter


Outgunning all others within the enviornment of razor-edged motion and sheer guts, New York instances bestselling writer Stephen Hunter plunges Earl Swagger deep right into a steamy underworld of energy, politics, and blood. . . .

Cuba, 1953: The island is on hearth.

The Mafia-run casinos are rolling, and it’s only a 30-minute flight from Miami to an international of vice, playing, intercourse, and medication. the cash is there for an individual who understands easy methods to get it, together with the Cuban govt and the police, who are looking to hold their best friend Uncle Sam chuffed. There’s just one hazard to this corrupt utopia: a silver-tongued, bold younger progressive named Fidel Castro. With the chilly battle less than manner, the Soviet Union has despatched a cosmopolitan veteran agent to discover and help the younger upstart. To counter, the CIA has summoned Medal of Honor–winning ex–Marine sergeant Earl Swagger, whose heroic exploits have earned him the recognition of a guy who doesn’t know the way to lose. yet he’s not only going to discover Castro. . . .

He’s going to kill him.

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Yet Earl simply stood, in his centurion’s stillness, his face cautious yet untroubled, his eyes progressively at the flow, flicking this manner and that, yet nowhere close to anxiousness. He simply watched. He was once thoroughly ill-dressed for the dinner-jacketed formality of the night, and if he’d spotted it—unlikely—it essentially didn’t hassle him a piece. His khaki go well with was once rack-bought, new, relatively saggy and glossy instantly, and too tight in the course of the shoulders. Roger needed to struggle the temptation to offer the fellow his tailor’s identify.

Yet neither Roger nor Walter watched the congressman. The congressman wasn’t approximately as fascinating as he idea he used to be. They watched as an alternative the congressman’s bodyguard, the big, dour, flattopped guy within the khaki summer time swimsuit status close to a pillar, nearly at parade relaxation, his piercing eyes glancing round the huge room. “He doesn’t glance able to making the large Noise we'd like. He’s so banal,” stated Roger. “He received the Medal of Honor. ” “Not banal, admittedly. yet he should be any cop. He appears to be like so cop. the comb haircut, the scale, the wariness, the solitude.

Totally. Now hear. there's a county, Speshnev, that has lengthy been oppressed. Its trajectory is towards chaos, crime, dirt, degradation. it really is owned lock, inventory and barrel by means of American felony and company pursuits, who use it as their whorehouse, shitter, and sugar manufacturing facility. ” “Actually, it sounds pleasant. ” “It is. really. The señoritas! Muchas bonitas! ” “I take it it is a Latin state? ” “The island paradise often called Cuba. ” “Excellent señoritas. ” “As there have been in Spain. related inventory, really, notwithstanding with a tinge of negro blood for that additional paprika in mattress.

Potentially this guy was once such an angel. Whoever he used to be, he was once a able fellow. He definitely knew loads of issues. He had a present for suddenness, both within the visual appeal or the disappearance division. The younger guy lay and attempted to sleep. yet he was once too agitated. He saved seeing our bodies shot and sloppy, legs and arms flung out, blood spattering all over. He stored listening to the sound of the bullets ripping into the auto. He stored feeling the spray of glass whizzing at him as a bullet shattered a windshield. He stored taking into account what he can have performed that he had now not or what he had performed that he wanted he hadn’t.

Señor Frankie, you fail to remember. we're the police. ” bankruptcy 33 He lay bare in thornbushes. every piece of him harm. His middle wouldn't cease hammering. It was once now darkish. His brain used to be nonetheless scattered. He was once in jungle. He had run bare via jungle for what appeared hours. He had no inspiration what to do. He yearned for assistance and braveness, yet none got here. after which much got here. He had a second of ideal readability. all of it fell jointly: the govt had tracked him right here. these have been individuals of the key Police. they'd come to kill him, in order that El Presidente might sleep with no worry of his throat being reduce within the evening.

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