Ghost Ship (The NUMA Files)
Clive Cussler, Graham Brown
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An explosive NUMA® adventure featuring hero Kurt Austin from New York Times bestselling author Clive Cussler...
When Kurt Austin is injured attempting to rescue the passengers and crew from a sinking yacht, he wakes with fragmented and conflicted memories. Did he see an old friend and her children drown? Or was the yacht abandoned when he came aboard?
Determined to know the truth, he soon finds himself descending into a shadowy world of state-sponsored cybercrime, and uncovering a pattern of vanishing scientists, suspicious accidents, and a web of human trafficking.
With the help of Joe Zavala, he takes on the sinister organization at the heart of this web, facing off with them in locations ranging from Monaco to North Korea to the rugged coasts of Madagascar. But where he will ultimately end up even he could not begin to guess—except maybe in death…
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Upright. There was some crushing damage near the bow as she’d clearly hit nose-first, but little else seemed damaged. “We have her in sight,” Gamay replied. “Front end looks like an accordion, topside external structures seem fine. Radar mast and antennas are missing. But, other than that, she looks like she’s on display at a boat show.” As they circled around the port side of the Ethernet, Gamay caught sight of lights dropping down through the black water on the starboard side. “Duke, is that.
Examining the painting and that’s where we get our chance. You see, Acosta holds himself out as a big-time collector, but he knows less about art than he pretends. Far less. To make sure he’s not swindled, he’s arranged for a legitimate expert named Solano to go with him. For a healthy fee, Solano will verify what is no doubt a stolen work of art to begin with. It’s all a very sordid business.” “What do you want us to do?” Kurt asked. “Mr. Zavala here will pose as our friend Solano, who hails.
Back amidships. “I think we should go back to the Condor,” Gamay said abruptly. Paul turned. “Aren’t you curious about what we’ve found here?” “Of course,” she said, “I’m as intrigued as you are. But we came here to see if the target was a threat or a vessel in need of our help. It’s obviously neither. With that established, we should get back home before anything strange occurs.” Paul studied his wife. “Not like you to be the voice of reason,” he said. “Where’s your sense of adventure?” “On.
Term for “magnetic levitation.” “That explains the high-voltage generators.” “Another way to keep the operation quiet,” Kurt said. “It’s almost silent.” The car slowed rapidly the last hundred yards and was almost motionless as it exited the tunnel and slid onto a platform similar to the one their shipping container now rested on. As the sound of the humming generator waned, the new arrival dropped several inches, settling onto the platform with a surprisingly dull thud. Kurt waited but no one.
They’d gone several paces when Elena let out a gasp. Gamay spun around and found Elena aiming her light at a skull with desiccated skin stretched across it, a tangle of wispy gray hair on top and the bristles of what had once been a thick handlebar mustache on the upper lip. Another body rested beside it. Gamay crouched beside them for a closer look. The man wore a uniform. “He’s a crewman,” she said. “Or at least he was.” A small badge seemed to indicate he might have been a foreman in the.