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The astounding fourth novel from Gregg Hurwitz featuring Evan Smoak - Orphan X aka The Nowhere Man.

As a boy, Evan Smoak was taken from the orphanage he called home and inducted into a top secret Cold War programme. Trained as a lethal weapon, he and his fellow recruits were sent round the world to do the government's dirty work.

But the programme was rotten to the core. And now the man responsible needs things to be nice and clean. All evidence must be destroyed. That includes Evan.

To survive, Evan's going to have to take the fight to his nemesis. There's just one problem with that. Jonathan Bennett is President of the United States and Evan isn't his only victim.

To save himself - and the country - Evan is going to have to figure out how to kill the most well-protected man on the planet . . .

Formats & editions

  • Hardback

    9780718185480

    February 7, 2019

    Michael Joseph

    448 pages

    RRP $27.99

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  • Trade Paperback

    9780718185497

    February 5, 2019

    Michael Joseph

    448 pages

    RRP $32.99

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    • Amazon
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    • Booktopia
    • Boomerang Books
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    • The Nile
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    • Readings
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  • Out of the Dark
    Gregg Hurwitz

    EBook

    9781405928557

    February 7, 2019

    Penguin eBooks

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Extract

Now

Chapter 1
Face in the Crowd

A man melted into the throng of tourists gathered along the E Street walkway. He was neither tall nor short, muscle-bound nor skinny. Just an average guy, not too handsome.

A Washington Nationals baseball cap was pulled low over his eyes to thwart the security cameras. He’d shoved rolls of dental cotton above his molars to alter his facial structure and thwart the biometrics software that the Secret Service ran on every face in the crowd. He wore fitted clothing that showed the contours of his body, no out-of-season overcoat that might conceal gear or weaponry and draw unwanted focus.

He had flown to D.C. from the West Coast—as he had the time before and the time before that—under a passport in another name. He’d rented a car using a different identity and checked in to a hotel using a third.

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