The Aquitaine Progression: A Novel
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In Geneva, American lawyer Joel Converse meets a man he hasn’t seen in twenty years, a covert operative who dies violently at his feet, whispering words that hand Converse a staggering legacy of death: “The generals . . . they’re back . . . Aquitaine!” Suddenly Converse is running for his life, alone with the world’s most shattering secret. Pursued by anonymous executioners to the dark corners of Europe, he is forced to play a game of survival by blood rules he thought he’d long left behind. One by one, he traces each thread of a lethal progression to the heart of every major government, a network of coordinated global violence that no one believes possible—no one but Converse and the woman he once loved and lost, the only two people on earth who can wrest the world from the iron grasp of Aquitaine.
Praise for Robert Ludlum and The Aquitaine Progression
“You won’t be able to put it down. (Don’t ever begin a Ludlum novel if you have to go to work the next day).”—Chicago Sun-Times
“Ludlum at his best.”—Publishers Weekly
the men around him to go from one place to another, carrying on legitimate business. But while they’re in a given area, they do their real thing.” “The gathering of the generals and the field marshals?” said Converse. “We think it’s a spreading missionary operation. Very quiet and very intense.” “What’s the name of Delavane’s firm?” “Palo Alto International.” Joel suddenly crushed out his cigarette. “Who’s we, Avery? Who’s putting up this kind of money when amounts like that mean they’re
brushstrokes aren’t there. They’re not on the canvas.” “Your metaphors are more than I can handle, Val. What are you trying to tell me?” “That something smells, Larry. It’s so rotten I can hardly breathe, but the stench isn’t coming from my former husband. It’s coming from all of you.” “I have to take exception to that. All I want to do is help, I thought you knew that.” “I do, really I do. It’s not your fault. Good-bye, Larry.” “I’ll call you the minute I learn anything.” “Do that.
called and wants me for Cosmopolitan’s centerfold.” “Stop that! It’s not remotely funny and you know it—worse, you don’t even feel like saying it!” “I retreat. There were times when you never did read me right.” “I always read you right, Joel!” Valerie continued to focus on the road and the beams of the headlights; she did not move her head. “Don’t play the serious fool any longer. We haven’t time for that; we haven’t time for your flip remarks. It was always a little sad to watch you put
myself, will help the French bull get whatever medals he wants. I will not fight him, I will control him.” “How?” “Because I can destroy his respectability.” Converse sat forward, suppressing his astonishment. “His sex life? Those buried scandals?” “My Cod, no, you imbecile! You kick a man below his belt in public you ask for trouble. Half the people cry ‘Foul,’ thinking it could happen to them, and the other half applaud his courage to indulge himself—which they would very much like to do.”
bronzed flesh. “Yeah, why didn’t they?” he asked himself. “Did he say?” “No, but then, Paris didn’t come up until he was about to leave.” “What do you mean?” “It was like he figured I was holding back something—which I certainly was—but he couldn’t be sure. I’m pretty good at what I do, Joe—Joel.” “You also took a risk,” said Converse, remembering that he was talking to a risk-taker. “No, I covered myself. I specifically asked if there were charges against you or anything like that. He said