Code to Zero
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Three days that could change the world's political landscape . . . A man wakes up to find himself lying on the ground in a railway station, his mind stripped bare of all recollection. He has no idea how he got there. He does not even know his own name. Convinced he is a drunken down and out, it isn't until a newspaper report about a satellite launch catches his eye that he begins to suspect all is not what it seems . . . The year is 1958, and America is about to launch its first satellite, in a desperate attempt to match the Soviet Sputnik and regain the lead in the space race. As Luke Lucas gradually unravels the mystery of his amnesia, he realizes that his fate is bound up with that of the rocket that stands ready on launch pad 26B at Cape Canaveral. And as he relearns the story of his life, he uncovers long-kept secrets about his wife, his best friend and the woman he once loved more than life itself...
his country.” “People do. Remember, when he was with the French Resistance he was working with the communists. Of course, they were on our side then, but obviously he continued after the war. Personally, I think the reason he didn’t marry you was that it would conflict with his work for the Reds.” “He married Elspeth.” “Yeah, but they never had children.” Billie sat down on the stairs, feeling stunned. “Do you have evidence?” “I have proof—top-secret blueprints he gave to a known KGB
scientific progress. But, listen, do you have a theory about what Anthony is up to?” “Best I could come up with: I imagine Luke discovered a spy down there at Cape Canaveral and came to Washington to tell the Pentagon about it. But the spy is really a double agent, working for us, so Anthony is desperate to protect the guy.” Bern shook his head. “Not good enough. Anthony could have dealt with that simply by telling Luke that the spy was a double. He didn’t have to wipe his memory.” “I guess
polysulfide with ammonium perchlorate as oxidizer. Each rocket generates about 1,600 pounds of thrust in space. Bern poured warm milk over Larry’s cornflakes while Billie beat up an egg for French toast. They were giving their child comfort food, but Billie felt the adults needed comfort too. Larry was eating heartily and listening to the radio at the same time. “I’m going to kill that son of a bitch Anthony,” Bern muttered, speaking quietly so that Larry would not hear. “I swear to God, I’ll
tubes tied. He recalled his conversation with Elspeth this morning. He had asked her why they could not have children. She had said, “We don’t know. Last year, you went to a fertility specialist, but he couldn’t find anything wrong. A few weeks ago, I saw a woman doctor in Atlanta. She ran some tests. We’re waiting for the results.” That was all lies. She knew perfectly well why they could not have children—she had been sterilized. She had gone to a doctor in Atlanta, but not for fertility
silencer, Pete stepped sideways, away from the muzzle, and swung a fist. He caught Anthony with a bone-jarring blow to the side of the head. Anthony staggered. Pete hit him with the other fist, connecting with his jaw, and Anthony stumbled backward and fell, but as he hit the ground he brought the gun up. Pete saw what was going to happen. His face twisted in fear and he lifted his hands, as if they could protect him from a bullet, then Anthony pulled the trigger three times in rapid succession.