BooksBarbecue
Back A Loyal Traitor Save as PDF
Chapters (68)
  1. Title Page
  2. Prologue
  3. March 1966
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. Chapter 49
  53. Chapter 50
  54. Chapter 51
  55. Chapter 52
  56. Chapter 53
  57. Chapter 54
  58. Chapter 55
  59. Chapter 56
  60. Chapter 57
  61. Chapter 58
  62. Chapter 59
  63. April 1966
  64. Chapter 60
  65. Chapter 61
  66. Historical Note
  67. Acknowledgements
  68. About the Author

‘You can,’ Knox replied. ‘Just drop the gun and we’ll sort this all out.’

‘I can’t. They won’t let me.’

‘Why not?’

‘I can’t fight what they’ve put in my head.’

‘You’re stronger than you think you are,’ Holland said, trying to pull away from Williams’s tight grip.

There was another crack behind them as the tail section broke off the plane.

‘I am,’ Williams replied, his voice even again, and the Makarov back against Holland’s head.

Bennett stepped closer to Knox.

‘You have to stop him,’ she said. ‘Before he decides his only option is to murder Holland.’

Knox’s mind was in almost as much turmoil as Williams’s. He still couldn’t answer Bennett’s original question about if he’d choose to save Williams or Holland, because there was no way he could pick between them. They were his surrogate father and brother. He owed both of them his life and more.

He forced his arm to lift his Beretta, but the arm refused to aim it at either of the men in front of him.

‘It’s not too late,’ Knox called out.

‘Yes it is,’ Williams replied.

‘Shoot me, Richard,’ Holland shouted. Then he winced as he felt the cold end of Williams’s gun push further into his flesh.

Williams looked at Holland, and then at Knox. His finger curled round the Makarov’s trigger.

‘Now, Richard!’ Bennett screamed.

But Knox was paralysed as he watched Williams turn his gun away from Holland and point it at him. He looked into Williams’s eyes and saw the maelstrom of fear, anger, sadness, and chaos that swirled behind them. Knox had one chance, one shot to end it all, but he knew he couldn’t take it.

Knox had told himself for so long that he’d trade places with Williams in a heartbeat, give his life so his best friend could have his back, and now, at last, he had the chance. It was twisted, as bent out of shape as the smouldering wreck of the plane, yet he still knew he’d sacrifice himself for Jack Williams.

But he wouldn’t have to, because just as he loosened his grip on the Beretta, Bennett grabbed it from his hand and fired.

April 1966

April 1966

Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Major Vadim Rykov had gone from visiting the Lubyanka very little to spending every waking and rarely sleeping moment in it.