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Requiem for a Glass Heartby David Lindsey
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It was nearly ten-thirty in the evening when she emerged from deep within the metro station at the Griboedova Canal entrance on Nevsky Prospekt. Normally night would have swallowed the grand Nevsky boulevard at this hour, but it was late June and the White Nights had arrived, a few weeks when the sun never sank more than several degrees below the horizon, precluding darkness, transforming the night hours into an eerie, endless twilight. They also introduced a season of festivities, and throughout the city there were concerts and ballets and parties.
Irina Ismaylova stood momentarily on the sidewalk at the metro entrance and let the hordes of revelers flow around and past her--tourists, hucksters, pickpockets, and students, Gypsy urchins sniffing glue and snatching purses, drug dealers, militiamen, young lovers, and peddlers of every commonplace and oddity. New Russia. In so many ways like the old Russia. Hope in bed with Despair.
She turned toward the Admiralty building, which loomed at the head of the boulevard, its golden dome and spire glowing softly in the rosy light of a static dusk, and allowed herself to be dragged along with the throng as they passed over the broad Kazansky bridge. On the canal below, water taxis filled with carousers dawdled on the dark stream beneath the dull beads of streetlamps strung along the embankment. At the far end, before the canal met the Moika River, she could just see the glint of the harlequin domes of the Church of the Savior on the Spilled Blood.
The crowd moved on, past artists displaying their canvases in half-lighted porticoes alongside prostitutes--night butterflies--lingering in the tea-rose glow of doorways. They passed cafes open late in this nightless season, and Irina longed to be one of the lucky people in the happy light of these friendly interiors.
She caught a crowded trolleybus near the Narodny bridge and stood in the opening of the broken door, lost in thought, the breeze of the late spring twilight tugging at the hem of her cotton dress. As the trolley hobbled across the Palace bridge, she stared down at the leaden water of the Neva and imagined that all the things that had gone wrong with her life were drifting by like flotsam on the swirling eddies of the current.
At the Strelka stop, on the northern tip of Vasilievsky Island, Irina stepped off the trolley and, ignoring the milling strollers who lingered along the water's edge in Pushkin Square, headed toward the tree-lined University Embankment across the intersection. Keeping to a well-planned course, she hurried past the classical and baroque buildings that faced the Neva until she drew opposite Rumyantsev Square, where she paused to watch a military vessel plow the river toward the Gulf of Finland. She dreaded crossing to the park, because it was there she would see the face, or perhaps the faces, that would set in motion the final scenes of a drama in which she had a leading and decisive role. As for the faces, she never knew their names. Krupatin only showed her the photographs of the men who would work behind her, and that was all. He was a fanatically cautious man.
Knowing they were already watching her, she turned away from the embankment and crossed the street. She didn't go into the park but entered 2-3 liniya, an adjacent street. The neighborhoods of Vasilievsky Island were among the city's oldest, their sidewalks sheltered by ancient maples and elms, which th
Widowed FBI special agent Cate Cuevas is plunged into the most dangerous assignment of her career, a mission in which she must form an alliance with Irina Ismaylova, an assassin who kills men and women under orders from the Russian mafioso who holds her in a thrall. Reprint.
REVENGE CAN BE ECSTASY.
Irina Ismaylova is a sexual assassin, luring men and women to her bed...and their death.From St. Petersburg to Paris, she kills not for money or for pleasure, but under orders from the Russian mafioso who holds her in thrall.Desperate to buy back what is left of her shattered life, Irina must carry out
one last mission....
Cate Cuevas is a special agent in Houston's FBI office.Devastated by her husband's death--and his betrayal--she has plunged into the most dangerous
assignment of her career.But to succeed, she must form a secret and profoundly intimate alliance with the enemy: Irina Ismaylova.
Two women.One a cop.The other a killer.
For these two there is no right, no wrong, no rules.
Only the truth...and terror.
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