Shadow Affairs

When the CIA Turns on it's Deadliest Asset

De: Matthias Hues, Leslie Carleton

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

The CIA created him. Then they tried to erase him.
Now he’s coming back.
Hunted by the system he served, Mark Anderson becomes something far more dangerous.

Mark Anderson was the kind of operative the Agency swore didn’t exist — a ghost with muscle, instinct, and a kill record buried so deep it was never meant to surface. But when the people he served betray him, Anderson vanishes into the frozen mountains of Kyrgyzstan with nothing but a bloodied knife, his training, and the brutal will to survive.

Out there, wolves don’t run with him — they fear him.

-- The room is quiet in the way of bad dreams. A man in a shirt too tight across the chest—Sergje—bends over a girl on the bed, fingers at her ankle, sliding a shoe off a foot that looks too small. A syringe rests on the nightstand, the needle catching the lamp’s light like a thin, cruel smile.

“Встань,” Anderson says evenly. Stand up.

Sergje turns. His eyes narrow as they try to fit this intruder into a category he understands. The girl moans, head turned away. A heavy shape rises up behind Anderson—a guard who had melted into the corner’s shadow. Thick arm snakes for a choke.

Anderson’s body answers without asking the mind. He drops weight, grips fabric, turns hips. The goon lifts off the ground and lands where the carpet buckles under his back. The move isn’t pretty. It is efficient—an old judo trick learned in a room that smelled of mats and sweat and long afternoons.

Sergje kicks the girl off the bed without looking at her. She tumbles, wig slipping, a streak of mascara on her cheek like a bruise drawn by a child. In the moment her face turns, Anderson sees the shape of memory underneath, the damage—the line of the jaw, the set of the mouth. Older. Emptier. Anna.

The recognition lands like a fist to the chest. He takes one step toward her, and that is when Sergje’s hand appears from under a pillow with a pistol that has lived there too long.

Anderson moves the way a man moves when he has counted this possibility three times already. There is no time to cross the room--

If you crave thrillers like Jack Reacher, Mitch Rapp, Jason Bourne, Tom Clancy, or Jack Carr, this will be your next obsession.

You must read this book — once you enter the shadows, there’s no going back.