ISBN: 9798224070237 - gold after midnight: 2 (9 risultati)

Condizione: New.

Paperback. Condizione: New.

Paperback. Condizione: New.

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. Two weeks in Marrakech. One chest under a kasbah. Thirty years of names that were never meant to surface. The property is unremarkable - mud-brick walls, an old caretaker family, a storage room nobody has opened in four decades. Zara Kade is being paid well to assess it and ask no questions. She is very good at asking no questions. It is most of why she was hired. Then Soren Quinn walks into the riad courtyard, and the past two years arrive with him. They were partners once, in a business where partnership meant your life. Then Vienna happened, and he built a version of events he could survive, and she let him keep it, because the truth would have cost more than the lie. Now they are standing in the same courtyard, and beneath their feet, behind a door an old woman's family has guarded since 1983, is a ledger that documents everything a trafficking network moved - and one name it never should have recorded. Someone has been watching the riad since the day the name surfaced. What follows runs from the medina's blind alleys to a mountain evacuation in the dark to a quiet cafe on a Lisbon corner, where the only man who can name the client sits down across from them and asks for one hour. For readers of Ruth Ware and Lucy Foley - an international suspense novel about buried records, long betrayals, and two people learning that leaving was never the hard part. Book Two of The Velvet Atlas. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

PAP. Condizione: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Condizione: New. New Book. Delivered from our UK warehouse in 4 to 14 business days. THIS BOOK IS PRINTED ON DEMAND. Established seller since 2000.

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. Two weeks in Marrakech. One chest under a kasbah. Thirty years of names that were never meant to surface. The property is unremarkable - mud-brick walls, an old caretaker family, a storage room nobody has opened in four decades. Zara Kade is being paid well to assess it and ask no questions. She is very good at asking no questions. It is most of why she was hired. Then Soren Quinn walks into the riad courtyard, and the past two years arrive with him. They were partners once, in a business where partnership meant your life. Then Vienna happened, and he built a version of events he could survive, and she let him keep it, because the truth would have cost more than the lie. Now they are standing in the same courtyard, and beneath their feet, behind a door an old woman's family has guarded since 1983, is a ledger that documents everything a trafficking network moved - and one name it never should have recorded. Someone has been watching the riad since the day the name surfaced. What follows runs from the medina's blind alleys to a mountain evacuation in the dark to a quiet cafe on a Lisbon corner, where the only man who can name the client sits down across from them and asks for one hour. For readers of Ruth Ware and Lucy Foley - an international suspense novel about buried records, long betrayals, and two people learning that leaving was never the hard part. Book Two of The Velvet Atlas. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

Taschenbuch. Condizione: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - Two weeks in Marrakech. One chest under a kasbah. Thirty years of names that were never meant to surface. The property is unremarkable - mud-brick walls, an old caretaker family, a storage room nobody has opened in four decades. Zara Kade is being paid well to assess it and ask no questions. She is very good at asking no questions. It is most of why she was hired. Then Soren Quinn walks into the riad courtyard, and the past two years arrive with him. They were partners once, in a business where partnership meant your life. Then Vienna happened, and he built a version of events he could survive, and she let him keep it, because the truth would have cost more than the lie. Now they are standing in the same courtyard, and beneath their feet, behind a door an old woman's family has guarded since 1983, is a ledger that documents everything a trafficking network moved - and one name it never should have recorded. Someone has been watching the riad since the day the name surfaced. What follows runs from the medina's blind alleys to a mountain evacuation in the dark to a quiet cafe on a Lisbon corner, where the only man who can name the client sits down across from them and asks for one hour. For readers of Ruth Ware and Lucy Foley - an international suspense novel about buried records, long betrayals, and two people learning that leaving was never the hard part. Book Two of The Velvet Atlas.…

Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. Two weeks in Marrakech. One chest under a kasbah. Thirty years of names that were never meant to surface. The property is unremarkable - mud-brick walls, an old caretaker family, a storage room nobody has opened in four decades. Zara Kade is being paid well to assess it and ask no questions. She is very good at asking no questions. It is most of why she was hired. Then Soren Quinn walks into the riad courtyard, and the past two years arrive with him. They were partners once, in a business where partnership meant your life. Then Vienna happened, and he built a version of events he could survive, and she let him keep it, because the truth would have cost more than the lie. Now they are standing in the same courtyard, and beneath their feet, behind a door an old woman's family has guarded since 1983, is a ledger that documents everything a trafficking network moved - and one name it never should have recorded. Someone has been watching the riad since the day the name surfaced. What follows runs from the medina's blind alleys to a mountain evacuation in the dark to a quiet cafe on a Lisbon corner, where the only man who can name the client sits down across from them and asks for one hour. For readers of Ruth Ware and Lucy Foley - an international suspense novel about buried records, long betrayals, and two people learning that leaving was never the hard part. Book Two of The Velvet Atlas. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our Sydney, NSW warehouse or from our UK or US warehouse, depending on stock availability.…