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“Are you under surveillance?" "I was told I'd be closely watched, but I have yet to catch anyone at it." "You're not very observant. We have a car following us now." "This J2X Allard looks like a fast car. Why don't you simply speed away from them." "Speed away from them? The car following us...that's a Cadillac STS behind us. with a 300+ horsepower engine that will hurl it upwards of 260 kilometers an hour. This old Allard also has a Cadillac engine, with dual four-throat carburetors and an Iskenderian three-quarter cam." "Which means nothing to me." "I'm making a point. This was a very fast car nearly fifty years ago. It's still fast, but it won't go over 210 kilometers an hour, and that's with a tailwind. The bottom line is that he's got us outclassed in horsepower and top speed." "You must be able to do something to lose them." "There is, but I'm not sure you're going to like it.”

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Book:Shock Wave
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Shock Wave

This book is a fast-paced thriller that follows a protagonist caught in a dangerous international conspiracy. The narrative is filled with suspenseful plot twists and intense action sequences. more

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Clive Cussler
Clive Cussler

Clive Cussler is an American novelist known for his adventure novels. His works often revolve around themes of archaeology, history, and adventure, and are well-loved by readers. more

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