Аннотация
Elizabeth Lowell
Innocent as Sin
For Margaret and Roy
Yeah, sure, you betcha!
1
Africa
Late March
Wearing dirty camouflage gear, boots, and insect repellent, Rand McCree crouched behind the tattered grass blind. His camera’s extreme-long-distance lens filled the hole cut in the loosely woven grass. Even though the sun was barely above the eastern horizon, Rand was sweating. He didn’t notice it. In the Democratic Republic of Camgeria, whether it was tropical coastland or scrubby interior, men sweated. It was how they knew they were alive.
Through the camera lens Rand watched the rebels-or freedom fighters, depending on your politics-wait next to heavy trucks parked just off the south end of the miserable, barely scraped dirt strip that passed for a runway in this part of Africa.
Next to him, his twin jerked, kicking the AK-47 lying between the two men.
“Settle down,” Rand said softly. “The plane will be along event...
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