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Hothouse Orchid

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After years on the trail of an internationally wanted terrorist, the CIA thinks Special Agent Holly Baker might need a long vacation. So Holly returns to her hometown of Orchid Beach, Florida, where she had been a police chief for many years. With its sun-drenched beaches, crowded marinas, and luxurious oceanfront homes, it seems like the ideal coastal retreat. But a very unpleasant surprise awaits Holly. The police department now is entirely different from the one she commanded. An old danger Holly knows only too well has resurfaced, and her beloved hometown might not be the sanctuary she’d thought.
With his usual crackling action and irresistible sense of place, HOTHOUSE ORCHID is Stuart Woods at his best.

Series: Holly Barker Publisher: Books on Tape Edition: Unabridged

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  • ISBN: 9780307577764
  • File size: 219242 KB
  • Release date: September 22, 2009
  • Duration: 07:36:45

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After years on the trail of an internationally wanted terrorist, the CIA thinks Special Agent Holly Baker might need a long vacation. So Holly returns to her hometown of Orchid Beach, Florida, where she had been a police chief for many years. With its sun-drenched beaches, crowded marinas, and luxurious oceanfront homes, it seems like the ideal coastal retreat. But a very unpleasant surprise awaits Holly. The police department now is entirely different from the one she commanded. An old danger Holly knows only too well has resurfaced, and her beloved hometown might not be the sanctuary she’d thought.
With his usual crackling action and irresistible sense of place, HOTHOUSE ORCHID is Stuart Woods at his best.


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