قتل در فگی باتم: مجموعه جنایات پایتخت، جلد 17

In this book, we not only tour Foggy Bottom -- where the State Department is located -- we also get inside looks at Moscow, an airliner in desperate trouble, and the makeup of a ruthless far-right terrorist group. And none of this is slapdash, either. Truman's characters -- a huge cast this time out -- work as real people, and the information she gives us is always at least as dazzling as the plot itself. Her detailed analysis of the professions combating terrorism would be enough to satisfy most readers. But she gives us a lot more, including a glimpse of genuine undercover work and an engaging romance. Formats : EPUB Once it was a swamp. Now Foggy Bottom is swimming with real-estate sharks. When a man is found stabbed to death in this trendy D.C. neighborhood, it is major news. But within forty-eight hours the nation is gripped by a fear that leaves this comparatively small crime in the dark. Three passenger planes are shot out of the sky. Everywhere--in law enforcement, in the media, and in the most secret realms of government--men and women scramble to find out who shot hand-held missiles at the planes, and why. It is a search that reaches from Moscow to the Pacific Northwest, putting some people's lives in jeopardy and turning others lives inside out. But no one can guess the truth: that the epicenter of the terrorist outbreak is Washington D.C. ... and a dead man behind a park bench in a place called Foggy Bottom. From the Paperback edition Once it was a swamp. Now Foggy Bottom is swimming with real-estate sharks. When a man is found stabbed to death in this trendy D.C. neighborhood, it is major news. But within forty-eight hours the nation is gripped by a fear that leaves this comparatively small crime in the dark. Three passenger planes are shot out of the sky. Everywhere#8211;in law enforcement, in the media, and in the most secret realms of government#8211;men and women scramble to find out who shot hand-held missiles at the planes, and why. It is a search that reaches from Moscow to the Pacific Northwest, putting some people#8217;s lives in jeopardy and turning others lives inside out. But no one can guess the truth: that the epicenter of the terrorist outbreak is Washington D.C. . . . and a dead man behind a park bench in a place called Foggy Bottom The State Department is thrown into disarray when three commuter planes crash, and Soviet missile fragments are found among the wreckage of two