Angielski
The Last Sandcastle (Code Name: Mozart, Book 2)
Spring 1990. A weapon that could redraw the map of the Middle East. One operative to stop it.
When a nameless American known only as Mozart is pulled from authorized leave in Paris, he's handed a mission with no margin for error: infiltrate the procurement network supplying Saddam Hussein's most dangerous secret - Project Babylon, a supergun capable of striking Tel Aviv from Iraqi soil.
From the backstreets of Amman to the blast-scorched Jordanian desert, Mozart moves alone through a world of krytron triggers, forged shipping manifests, and British firms selling precision machinery under the cover of plausible deniability. But a mission gone violently wrong leaves him wounded in the desert - and in the hands of Layla Fahd Al-Mutairi, a Kuwaiti rebel and freedom fighter with sharp instincts, a Browning Hi-Power, and no patience for amateurs.
Together, they follow the evidence across the Suez Canal, through the sulfur holds of a Greek freighter, onto a TGV mail car racing toward Belgium, and into the rain-soaked rail yards of Mechelen - where the 800mm breech-block of Project Babylon sits disguised as an industrial pressure vessel. The clock is running. Gerald Bull is dead. And the final pieces of the supergun are already moving toward the Al-Faw Peninsula.
The Last Sandcastle is a thriller built inside the bones of documented history - the real assassination, the real krytron seizure, the real steel barrel sections impounded at Teesport. The history is accurate. The geography is accurate. The technical detail is accurate.
What moves in the shadows between the facts is Mozart.
Precise. Relentless. Occasionally insufferable.
