Havana: An Earl Swagger Novel

Havana: An Earl Swagger Novel

Stephen Hunter

Language: English

Pages: 528

ISBN: 1451627246

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Outgunning all others in the arena of razor-edged action and sheer guts, New York Times bestselling author Stephen Hunter plunges Earl Swagger deep into a steamy underworld of power, politics, and blood. . . .

Cuba, 1953: The island is on fire.

The Mafia-run casinos are rolling, and it’s just a 30-minute flight from Miami to a world of vice, gambling, sex, and drugs. The money is there for anyone who knows how to get it, including the Cuban government and the police, who want to keep their ally Uncle Sam happy. There’s only one threat to this corrupt utopia: a silver-tongued, daring young revolutionary named Fidel Castro. With the Cold War under way, the Soviet Union has sent a sophisticated veteran agent to find and support the young upstart. To counter, the CIA has summoned Medal of Honor–winning ex–Marine sergeant Earl Swagger, whose heroic exploits have earned him the reputation of a man who doesn’t know how to lose. But he’s not just going to find Castro. . . .

He’s going to kill him.

Hot Springs (Earl Swagger, Book 1)

Silent Assassin (Dan Morgan, Book 2)

!Atrevete: yo poseo un revolver!

Bloodline (SIGMA Force, Book 8)


















smiled, and slid back, and with that smooth way of his seemed to vaporize into invisibility. Chapter 16 The young man studied the board. Now this was interesting. It seemed that the force was setting itself up to the left, where the queen commanded doughty pawns, clever rooks, heroic knights and even the bishop, while the king languished, as was his wont, far away, shielded by a few disengaged pieces. The old lady did the work. But the more he studied, the more he concluded that his opponent

not our kind. They don’t like our ways. The force we use to settle our problems scares them. Yet we need them.” “Yes, Meyer.” “They must be comfortable around us. They must see us as slightly comical versions of themselves, as capitalism gone raffish and exotic. We’re from Damon Runyon, or out of the movies and played by Georgie Raft or Eddie Robinson or Humphrey Bogart. We’re not squalid, violent, profane, quick-tempered. No, no, we’re colorful, vivid, amusing rogues. We’re stars and crime is

arose and it seemed that several brave citizens were pointing at him. “You killed a horse!” a lady spat. Frankie did not think it the right time to offer explanations, and turned toward an alley and began to run like holy hell. Chapter 2 In the early spring of 1953, a big noise from Winnetka dominated the diplomatic tennis circuit in Havana. That was what they called him, after the famous hit tune from the ’30s. It summed him up: big, powerful, American, unbeatable. And it didn’t matter that

thinking about moving laterally in your direction.” What was the guy’s name? Yale, football. Oh, yeah: Dan, Dan Benning, he thought. “Dan, yes, we must. Yes, with your experience, you could be vital. The only thing is, things are a little hectic with all this.” “Yes, I know.” “Let me take care of this, and we must get together.” “I’ll count on it.” At last he entered the last door, his temporary office, formerly belonging to a marine colonel who had been hastily evacuated to make room for

future going up in smoke, not mine. I can always go back to Arkansas and hand out speeding tickets.” But finally Frenchy reached Roger, who neither explained nor apologized. The request was made. The flight was arranged. The pickup took place as planned. After clearing the city, zipping over the harbor, sliding beyond the ever-thinning slums, the chopper at last broke free to the wild coast east of Santiago. Off to the left, the mountains bulked up cool and green, but here, as they raced along

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