Splinter Cell. Don Pendleton

the Executioner came back as he drove slowly on down the street. “You can find out for yourself if you’re really interested.” He slowed the BMW, then pulled into an empty parking space under a sign which read Klompenmaart. “We’re meeting the informant inside here. It’s the shop of a custom wooden shoemaker.”

      Bolan killed the engine and both men got out. The Klompenmaart was roughly halfway down a small shopping strip, and from somewhere in one of the stores classical music came piping out. On the sidewalk, men, women and children all walked expertly past in the wooden shoes, chattering happily away in Dutch.