2005, ISBN: 9781841123899

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Palgrave Macmillan. Used - Good. Ships from UK in 48 hours or less (usually same day). Your purchase helps support Sri Lankan Children's Charity 'The Rainbow Centre'. Ex-library, so some stamps and wear, but in good overall condition. 100% money back guarantee. We are a world class secondhand bookstore based in Hertfordshire, United Kingdom and specialize in high quality textbooks across an enormous variety of subjects. We aim to provide a vast range of textbooks, rare and collectible books at a great price. Our donations to The Rainbow Centre have helped provide an education and a safe haven to hundreds of children who live in appalling conditions. We provide a 100% money back guarantee and are dedicated to providing our customers with the highest standards of service in the bookselling industry., Palgrave Macmillan, 2.5, UsedGood. Clean, great binding. Cover shows light wear from reading/handling. Dog-Eared Books is a small, women owned and operated business., 0, UsedGood. Price sticker on front cover. Clean, great binding. Cover shows light wear from reading/handling. Dog-Eared Books is a small, women owned and operated business., 0, UsedAcceptable. Clean, great binding. Cover shows light wear from reading/handling. Dog-Eared Books is a small, women owned and operated business. Ex-library book with all the markings. There is a signature on the inside front cover page., 0, UsedVeryGood. Clean, great binding. Cover shows light wear from reading/handling. Dog-Eared Books is a small, women owned and operated business., 0, Gardners Books. Good. 4.37 x 0.05 x 7.01 inches. Paperback. 2001. 480 pages. Cover worn. <br>Colin Forbes' perennially popular and energetic team of characters, Tweed, Paula Grey and Bob Newman, a re on the trail of five heads of state who are conspiring to caus e massive civil unrest throughout the Western world. Dictatorship and martial law will be the only acceptable form of government. Tweed knows the identity of four of the ringleaders - but who is the fifth? The riots are being carefully and strategically orches trated on the Internet. One man is singlehandedly creating a weap on to destroy the conspiracy, but whose side is he on? Tweed and his team are racing against time, through London, Germany and Den mark... Editorial Reviews Excerpt. ? Reprinted by permission. A ll rights reserved. Chapter One Lisa woke for the fifth time and it was daylight. She had felt exhausted when she had flopped on t he bed in her clothes. After sleeping an hour she had decided to explore her room. Not daring to switch on the light again, she ha d crept over to the curtained window, cautiously pulling aside on e curtain. What she had seen gave her the horrors. Outside the w indow was a fire escape leading down into the wide alley where sh e had parked her car. She could see the vehicle a few yards away below her. Anyone who had managed to follow her could have mounte d the fire escape and climbed into her room. She no longer felt s afe. Checking the feeble catch that locked the window, Lisa risk ed turning on the light. Working quickly, she hauled three cheap wooden chairs to the window, turned them on their sides, scattere d them. At least that way she might have a warning of danger. Sh e thought of taking a shower and a wave of fatigue swept over her . Before she flopped on the bed again she tucked her Beretta auto matic under the damp pillow, fell asleep. It was seven in the mor ning when daylight, penetrating the flimsy curtains, woke her aga in. She decided to get up. She thought once more of taking a sho wer in the tiny bathroom, then reluctantly dismissed the idea. If someone came up the fire escape she'd be helpless, caught in the shower. She washed quickly, brushed her mane of red hair, put on a little make-up, felt better. The phone rang. She nearly jumpe d out of her skin but reacted quickly. Lifting the receiver, she said 'Yes' in a soft voice. It was the old besom who had stood be hind the reception counter when she arrived. 'Thought I'd better warn you. Coupla men are on the way up to your room. Said they w as police. Rude sods, they are...' 'Thank you.' She realized th e woman had warned her because she'd resented the way they'd spok en to her. And she had obviously had doubts whether they were pol ice, so they weren't in uniform. As a precaution -- and due to he r weariness when she'd arrived -- she had opened the lid of her c ase but had taken nothing out except her cosmetics bag. She ran i nto the bathroom, grabbed the bag, shoved it back into her case, closed the lid. Lisa had the window open, had rested her case on a metal tread outside, lifted one leg over the sill, when she he ard the hard rapping on the locked door to the corridor. 'Police . We know you're in there. Open up. Police...' The voice was har d, demanding. The rapping resumed. She started down the fire esca pe, not hurrying for fear she'd have an accident. She heard the s avage splintering of wood. They were breaking down the door. Two men had rushed into the room. Both wore dark business suits. One was of medium height, fat, and his black eyebrows, matching his hair, met over the bridge of his boxer's nose. His companion was small, slim with Slavic cheekbones, ponytail hair, a cruel narrow face and sideburns. He held a large knife in his right hand. The order had been it should be a quick quiet job. 'Not in bathroom ,' the small man reported. 'Panko, the bloody window.' Eyebrows rushed across, peered out. As he did so Lisa, who had reached th e bottom steps, looked up, saw him clearly, ran to her car. Eyebr ows swore. 'She's got transport. I'll get the car, you go after her. Pick you up in the jalopy...' Lisa kept her cool, carefully inserted her ignition key as Panko tore down the fire escape. Sh e had the engine going as he reached the bottom, stood in the mid dle of the wide alley. Without hesitation she drove straight at h im. He jumped aside, brandishing his knife, pressing himself agai nst the wall. Lisa pressed her foot down, but travelling across the cobbled surface of the alley slowed her down. In her rear-vie w mirror she could see a large blue Ford pause at the foot of the fire escape. The little man jumped aboard, then the Ford was com ing after her. 'Those aren't detectives,' she said to herself. ' Not when one of them is waving an evil-looking knife about. Girl, you're in real trouble...' She decided to head for Waterloo sta tion, but soon ran into heavy commuter traffic. The real danger l oomed when she was approaching the bridge crossing the Thames. An amber light, which she hoped the car ahead would beat, turned re d, it stopped. She braked. `Well, I'm surrounded by cars with pe ople,' she comforted herself. Glancing again in the mirror, her brief release from fear vanished. She clenched her teeth. The sma ll man had left the stationary Ford six cars behind her and was w ending his way between the traffic towards her. The car she was i nside was an old model and there was no mechanism she could use t o lock all the doors. All Skinny had to do when he reached her w as to open her door, then ram home his butcher's knife. She reach ed for her Beretta, jammed behind her belt under her coat. Couldn 't get to the damned thing. She alternately checked her mirror, g azed at the red light. 'Green!' she prayed. 'For Christ's sake, turn green...' Skinny was coming closer and closer. The light ob stinately remained at red. Skinny was now one car behind her, sid ling forward fast. She still couldn't get her hand on the Beretta . In any case, that would be a disaster. If she did manage to sho ot him it would be a police case, probably keeping her out of act ion for ages. Skinny was grinning now. Had his right hand under h is windcheater. 'Oh, please!' Skinny had now arrived at the rea r of her car, his hand half outside the unzipped windcheater. She could see the triumph in his evil eyes, the look of devilish ant icipation. The lights changed to amber, to green. The traffic sur ged forward and she surged with it. She had a glimpse of him caug ht up in the melee of traffic. 'Run the bastard down,' she said aloud between her teeth. Lisa parked the car in an underground g arage near the station. Carrying her case, she walked rapidly to Waterloo, confident she had lost them. The large concourse was a swirl of people, hurrying to work after leaving their trains, whi ch suited her. You were easily lost in a crowd. Spotting a row o f phone booths, she went inside one that had empty booths on both sides. Her first call was to the car hire company. She told them where she'd parked the car, that she wouldn't need it again. The y'll be happy, she thought as she prepared to make another call - - she had paid for another two weeks' hire. Taking out the card T weed had given her from her handbag, she pressed numbers. A woman 's voice answered. She spoke quickly. 'This is Lisa Trent. I nee d to speak to Mr Tweed. I met him at a party. He told me to call him so we could meet urgently.' 'I'm sorry, but Mr Tweed is out of the office keeping an appointment. He may not be back for a wh ile.' 'In that case could I speak to Paula Grey? I met her at th e same time.' 'I am sorry about this. Miss Grey accompanied Mr T weed to the same appointment. Could you give me a message?' Monic a suggested. 'Not really. It is Mr Tweed I have to talk to. I'll call back later in the day. Please tell him I phoned because I k now he'll want to see me...' Lisa put down the phone and turned round, then froze. Eyebrows and Skinny were marching purposefully across the concourse. They were heading in her direction. Monic a was typing furiously on her word processor when Harry Butler ca me into the room, parked himself on the arm of a chair. He remove d the scarf that had protected him from the bitter cold outside. 'Well, Monica, I've put the hatchback in for repair. Took it to a pal who won't be reporting to the police the bullet holes in th e windows. Tweed didn't want that. My car was just too far behind them for me to spot the old bus -- otherwise I'd have nabbed the killers. What are you typing?' 'Tweed's report on the so-called suicide of Jeremy Mordaunt.' She had removed her earpiece. 'He d ictated it on to the recorder, said he can think more quickly usi ng the machine. Want to hear his verdict?' 'Guess you'll tell me anyway.' Butler was a short man with wide shoulders, a man of g reat physical strength. He had a round head and an expressionless face. Normally he used words frugally, as though they were money . 'Tweed has no doubt Mordaunt was murdered. He dismisses the id ea that he committed suicide as ludicrous. Why does the phone alw ays go when I'm explaining something?' 'General & Cumbria Assura nce...' She began. 'Oh, it's you, Professor Saafeld. I'm afraid T weed is out but he's anxious to have your report on the autopsy.. .' 'Is that Monica?' the abrupt voice asked. 'My report is now r eady -- several copies.' 'I'll send a courier over to collect th em immediately.' She hesitated. 'Can you give me an inkling of yo ur conclusion?' 'Cold-blooded murder. Not a shadow of a doubt. T he report has technical data. That's what I'll say at the inquest .' He broke the connection and Monica used the phone to send one of their couriers over to Saafeld's mansion in Holland Park. The n she printed out the report for Tweed, talking as she worked. ' Nobody can fault Tweed now. Saafeld said it was cold-blooded murd er. He doesn't normally use such strong language.' 'Copies of th e reports going to someone?' 'Yes. Gavin Thunder for one. He'll throw a fit.' Harry stood up. 'I've been thinking about who orde red Tweed to be killed. Newman told me where Tweed had been. Have you a file on Lord Barford?' 'Yes. In the safe. Combination is 87, 24, 95. Why?' 'Just curious.' Harry walked over to the larg e safe recently installed in a corner of the room. His nimble fin gers operated the combination, swung open the heavy door. A numbe r of metal drawers were stacked with top secret files. He checked the A-to-Bs, found Barford's file, closed the safe and resumed h is perch on the chair arm. 'Lord Barford is one of the most dist inguished men in Britain,' Monica protested. 'So was Maxwell. Fo r a time.' Monica was intrigued. She knew Butler never trusted o r was impressed by anyone. Not until their integrity had been pro ved up to the hilt. He skimmed the file rapidly. 'Monica, could you take down these extracts as I call them out? Right. Here goes .' [e]Brigadier Bernard Barford. Served Gulf War as Officer in c harge Communications. Awarded MC. Rumoured to later act as liaiso n with obtaining lucrative armament contacts with Middle Eastern and Asiatic countries. Indonesia was mentioned in the rumours, a state to which Britain has supplied large quantities of military hardware. Nothing was ever confirmed concerning these rumours. Be fore the Gulf War Barford was a colonel in the Signals Corps. He commutes from his manor to London City Airport by Sikorsky helico pter. 'That's it,' said Butler. 'Just extracts I find interesting . And why did the government create a Ministry of Armaments -- ta king it away from the Ministry of Defence?' 'Politicians trying t o be crafty. It deflects criticisms of the arms trade from the Fo reign Office. And all of that stuff about Barford is rumour.' 'E xcept the bit about his helicopter.' 'Why is that significant?' 'Because a chopper followed us all the way from the Downs.' 'Bu t,' Monica objected, 'Paula said this weird man, Rondel, also has a helipad and a chopper was sitting on it.' 'I was in the follo wing car. I got the impression the chopper lifted off from somewh ere near the Barford estate. Can't be sure,' he emphasized. 'And where have Tweed, Newman and Paula buzzed off to?' 'It was Tweed 's idea -- to go and call on Jeremy's widow, Mrs Mordaunt. She li ves in Eaton Square. He wouldn't let me phone her to say they wer e coming.' Copyright (c) Colin Forbes, 2000 ., Gardners Books, 2001, 2.5, Mira. Fine. 2005. Mass Market Paperback. 0.7 x 6.6 x 4.2 Inches. 400 pages. A Melody Beecham Novel, No. 3. Somebody really wants Melody Beecham dead. As an operative with the covert government group Unit One, Melody Beechan has made her share of enemies. Her would-be assassin could be any number of criminals she's put behind bars. But when the evidence points to someone who has no knowledge of her connection to Unit One, the pool of suspects suddenly expands to include almost every person she's ever met. Melody's partner, Nick Anwar, isn't about to let the woman he loves becomes the victim of a stone-cold killer. As a web of intrigue and danger follows Melody from Mexico to Washington and New York, Nick comes up with a daring plan to trap their elusive quarry. It will take chilling deception, ruthless determination and complete trust. Because although a killer is out for revenge, Nick and Melody are looking for final justice. ., Mira, 2005, 5, UsedGood. Clean, great binding. Cover shows light wear from reading/handling. Dog-Eared Books is a small, women owned and operated business., 0, UsedGood. Clean, great binding. Cover shows light wear from reading/handling. Dog-Eared Books is a small, women owned and operated business., 0, UsedGood. Clean, great binding. Cover shows light wear from reading/handling. Dog-Eared Books is a small, women owned and operated business. Light notes and underlining on a few of the pages., 0, UsedGood. Price sticker on front cover. Clean, great binding. Cover shows light wear from reading/handling. Dog-Eared Books is a small, women owned and operated business. The dust jacket is a little stretched out., 0, -: Capstone Publishing, 2002. Paperback. Very Good. -. Fast track route to getting your life-work balance right Covers all the key aspects of the work-home-self triangle, from knowing when and how to say `no` and trusting your intuition to setting compelling goals and loose boundaries Packed with lessons and tips from well balanced companies, including SAS, Ernst & Young and Capital One, and ideas from life-work gurus such as Daryl Conner, Charles Handy, Richard Pascale and Ed Schein Includes a glossary of key concepts and a comprehensive resources guide ExpressExec is a unique business resource of one hundred books. These books present the best current thinking and span the entire range of contemporary business practice. Each book gives you the key concepts behind the subject and the techniques to implement the ideas effectively, together with lessons from benchmark companies and ideas from the world`s smartest thinkers. ExpressExec is organised into ten core subject areas making it easy to find the information you need: 01 Innovation 02 Enterprise 03 Strategy 04 Marketing 05 Finance 06 Operations and Technology 07 Organizations 08 Leading 09 People 10 Life and Work ExpressExec is a perfect learning solution for people who need to master the latest business thinking and practice quickly., Capstone Publishing, 2002, 3<

2002, ISBN: 1841123897

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[EAN: 9781841123899], Used, very good, [SC: 0.0], [PU: Capstone Publishing], SPIRITUAL GUIDANCE, Religion|Christianity|Spiritual Warfare , Synopsis:- Fast track route to getting your life-work balance right Covers all the key aspects of the work-home-self triangle, from knowing when and how to say `no` and trusting your intuition to setting compelling goals and loose boundaries Packed with lessons and tips from well balanced companies, including SAS, Ernst & Young and Capital One, and ideas from life-work gurus such as Daryl Conner, Charles Handy, Richard Pascale and Ed Schein Includes a glossary of key concepts and a comprehensive resources guide ExpressExec is a unique business resource of one hundred books. These books present the best current thinking and span the entire range of contemporary business practice. Each book gives you the key concepts behind the subject and the techniques to implement the ideas effectively, together with lessons from benchmark companies and ideas from the world`s smartest thinkers. ExpressExec is organised into ten core subject areas making it easy to find the information you need: 01 Innovation 02 Enterprise 03 Strategy 04 Marketing 05 Finance 06 Operations and Technology 07 Organizations 08 Leading 09 People 10 Life and Work ExpressExec is a perfect learning solution for people who need to master the latest business thinking and practice quickly.-> the publisher of this PAPERBACK book is Capstone Publishing in 2002 booksalvation have grade it as Very Good and it will be shipped from our UK warehouse Shipping is Free for UK buyers and at a reasonable charge for buyer outside the UK, Books<