The Business of War
The hotel room in Dubai smelled of mildew and carpet cleaner and something else—something that was not quite smell but more like an absence, like the room had been cleaned so thoroughly that it had forgotten how to be inhabited. Mike Donovan sat on the edge of the bed and counted cash. It was a habit he had picked up in Somalia—counting money in hotel rooms, anywhere in the world, because cash...
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