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Eye of the Storm
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First published in Great Britain by Chapmans 1992
Copyright © Jack Higgins 1992
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Source ISBN: 9780007456024
Ebook Edition © June 2012 ISBN: 9780007456031
Version: 2015-01-12
Dedication
In memory of my grandfather Robert Bell, M M Gallant Soldier
Epigraph
The winds of heaven are blowing.
Implement all that is on the table.
May God be with you.
Coded message, Iraq Radio, Baghdad
January 1991
Table of Contents
Prologue
The mortar attack on Number Ten Downing Street when the War Cabinet was meeting at 10.00 a.m. on Thursday, 7 February 1991, is now a matter of history. It has never been satisfactorily explained. Perhaps it went something like this …
1
It was just before dark as Dillon emerged from the alley and paused on the corner. Rain drifted across the Seine in a flurry of snow, sleet mixed with it, and it was cold, even for January in Paris. He wore a reefer coat, peaked cap, jeans and boots, just another sailor off one of the barges working the river, which he very
