By Stephen Coonts
The mystery from New York Times bestselling writer Stephen Coonts—now to be had as an e-book
At the peak of the chilly battle, Captain Jake Grafton turns into entangled in quest of a undercover agent promoting high-tech army secrets and techniques to the Soviet Union
Naval pilot Jake Grafton flies fighter jets with ice water in his veins. but if he's assigned a table task within the Pentagon because the head of a top-secret stealth bomber application, his nerve is validated as by no means earlier than. Colleagues commence death mysteriously, attempt flights are sabotaged, and this system is threatened at each point. If Grafton can't infiltrate an internet of espionage and counter-espionage based around the lethal traitor, code-named the Minotaur, he stands to lose even more than simply his career.
The Minotaur is an exciting mystery and engaging procedural, revealing the complexities of army know-how R&D.
This book gains an illustrated biography of Stephen Coonts, together with infrequent images from the author’s own assortment.
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The scent of nachos teased me. My fingers itched to pick up a ball, to send it flying down the lane. I loved bowling. I just hadn’t done it in weeks…because of him. Of Aaron. This was where we had our first date. Where we were supposed to be having a date. Right now. A sharp pang stabbed my heart and each thud was like a hammer against my chest. How had things gotten so messed up? Before we started dating—and even during—I used to think of him as Heart Stopper; I’d see his smile and my heart would give one solid thump and then poof, stop.
Are you getting a divorce? Are we becoming a statistic? ” My father let out a startled laugh, erasing the seriousness from his face for at least two full seconds. ” He quickly waved his hands. ” I let out a deep breath and sat back down, eyeing them warily. I wasn’t ready to relax just yet. The ‘nothing like that’ left a lot of ground uncovered. For instance, they could tell me I had been adopted or something. ” I asked. I shouldn’t have. As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew it’d been a mistake.
And then I burst into hysterics, laughing and crying at the same time. It was a silver necklace with a pendent. The pendent was…I couldn’t fathom the words. It was a small silver heart. Shooting through the heart was a single arrow, the tip made of a black stone. Onyx. My heart leaped and I wasn’t sure my ribs could contain it long. “I’m sorry,” I sobbed, the word bubbling out of nowhere. ” It was beautiful and ironic. And I didn’t deserve it. ” The words, spoken so softly, hit me like a lead fist and went straight through my chest to my heart.