Death stalked the night and the name was Mack Bolan. The big man in combat black crouched below the outcrop of rock. A sharp coastal breeze gave bite to the rainy mist that reduced naked-eye visibility to zero beneath a low cloud cover. The hiss of rain and the crashing surf against the base of nearby cliffs were the only sounds in the moonless night.
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September 1985 : UK Mass Market Paperback