The Executioner: Friday's Feast [antikvár]

PROLOGUEA GMC motorhome wheeled slowly through the predawn darkness of Glen Burnie, a Baltimore suburb on the Annapolis road. It pulled into a small motel, and halted opposite the darkened office. A smallish, dapper man emer ged from the shadows of the building and stepped aboard the waiting vehicle. He was met at the door by a tall man wearing denims, and the two embraced like brothers long separated. And they were brothers, of a sort. The small man was Leo Turrin, a federal undercover agent who had labored diligently for years to bring down the Mafia from within. The other was Mack Bolan, also known as the Executionera one-man army who had vowed to "shake their, house down" (the Mafia) and very nearly had, as the result of more than thirty brilliant campaigns dedicated to that goal.1