Rain on the Dead (Sean Dillon)

Product Description

The past comes back to haunt black ops specialist Sean Dillon and his colleagues in this New York Times bestselling novel of terrorism, revenge, and a very old nemesis…On a dark summer night, two Chechen mercenaries emerge from the waters off Nantucket to kill a high-value target, the former President of the United States. Unfortunately for them, the president has guests that night, including Sean Dillon and his colleague, Afghan war hero Captain Sara Gideon.

The Chechens do not survive the night, but Dillon is curious about how they even got on the island. What he discovers sends a chill through his bones—a name from Dillon’s distant past. If this man is working with the terrorists now, the assassination attempt is only the beginning—and next time, the results may be much, much different.

Review

Praise for Jack Higgins

“A seasoned pro…Mr. Higgins knows how to tell a story!”—
The New York Times Book Review

“Jack Higgins has written some of the best suspense fiction of the past fifty years.”—
The San Diego Union-Tribune

“When it comes to thriller writers, one name stands well above the crowd—Jack Higgins.”—Associated Press

“Higgins makes the pages fly.”—
New York Daily News

“Jack Higgins is one of the best-selling authors of popular fiction in the world, often considered the architect of the modern thriller.”—The Huffington Post

“Higgins is an author with the creative power to hook the reader and keep them forever because of his terrific tales. There are many villains out there, but Higgins is by far the greatest at bringing to life the best and worst of them all.”—
Suspense Magazine

About the Author

Jack Higgins lives on Jersey in the Channel Islands. The author of dozens of bestsellers, most famously 
The Eagle Has Landed, he served three years with the Royal Horse Guards in Eastern Europe during the Cold War, and subsequently was a circus roustabout, a factory worker, a truck driver, and a laborer before entering college at age 27. He holds degrees in sociology, social psychology, and economics, and a doctorate in media. A fellow of the Royal Society of Arts, he is an expert scuba diver and marksman.

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The island of Nantucket, Massachusetts—high summer, the western end of the harbor crowded with boats, many tied up at the jetty. Among them was a scarlet-and-white sportfisherman named Dolphin. On the flying bridge, a gray-haired man sat at the wheel playing a clarinet, something plaintive and touching. He was around sixty, a white curling beard giving him the look of an old sailor.
The man who joined him from below, wearing swimming trunks, had dark tousled hair and the beard of some medieval bravo. He was fit and muscular, his smile pleasant enough, his only unusual feature two scars on his left chest which any doctor would have recognized as relics from old bullet wounds.
He spoke in Irish. “Big night, Kelly!”
The other answered in the same. “You could say that. It’ll be dark soon, Tod—if you’re going to grab that swim, it’d better be now.”
“I will. Keep your eye out for that kid, Henry, from the harbormaster’s office. He’s bringing our passports and the credit card, so don’t forget to speak like the Yank your passport says you are.”
He slid down the ladder, vaulted over the rail, and swam away. Kelly heard a call from the dock.
“Mr. Jackson, are you there?”
Kelly descended the ladder. “He’s having a swim. I’m his partner, Jeremy Hawkins.”
Henry handed over the two passports. “There you go, sir, Mr. Jackson’s credit card is in the envelope and your mooring license covers you until Friday.”
Kelly took the package. “Thanks, son.”
“That’s great clarinet I just heard. Kind of sounds like Gershwin, though I don’t recognize the tune.”
“It’s an Irish folk song called ‘The Lark in the Clear Air.’ And you’re right, I did put a bit of Gershwin in there.”
“I think he would have been pleased, sir. Are you and your friend professional mus