Dark Forces
Chapters (8)
Also by Stephen Leather
Also by Stephen Leather
Pay Off
The Fireman
Hungry Ghost
The Chinaman
The Vets
The Long Shot
The Birthday Girl
The Double Tap
The Solitary Man
The Tunnel Rats
The Bombmaker
The Stretch
Tango One
The Eyewitness
First Response
Spider Shepherd thrillers
Hard Landing
Soft Target
Cold Kill
Hot Blood
Dead Men
Live Fire
Rough Justice
Fair Game
False Friends
True Colours
White Lies
Black Ops
Jack Nightingale supernatural thrillers
Nightfall
Midnight
Nightmare
Nightshade
Lastnight
About the Author
Stephen Leather is one of the UK’s most successful thriller writers. He was previously a journalist on newspapers including The Times and the South China Morning Post and his bestsellers have been translated into fifteen languages.
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Copyright
First published in Great Britain in 2016 by Hodder & Stoughton
An Hachette UK company
Copyright © Stephen Leather, 2016
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All rights reserved.
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All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.
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Dedication
For Sam
Contents
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Also by Stephen Leather
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Dedication
The man’s name …
The man’s name …
The man’s name was Mohammed al-Hussain, a common enough name in Syria. But the Mohammed al-Hussain lying prone on the roof of the two-storey building was no ordinary man. He was a sniper, one of the best in the world. He had 256 kills to his credit, each one meticulously recorded in the small cloth-bound notebook he kept in his back pocket. Each entry detailed the nature of the target, the location and the distance. Almost all of his kills were Syrian government soldiers.
He was twenty-two years old, his skin the colour of weak coffee with plenty of milk. He had soft brown eyes that belonged more to a lovesick spaniel than the tried and tested assassin he was. His beard was long and bushy but his nails were neatly clipped and glistened as if they had been varnished. Around his head was a knotted black scarf with the white insignia of Islamic State, the caliphate that claimed authority over all Muslims around the world. His weapon was lying on a sandbag.
