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Chapters (60)
  1. Note to Readers
  2. Dedication
  3. Discover the Series You Can’t Put Down …
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Acknowledgements
  58. About the Author
  59. Other Books By
  60. About the Publisher

Holt took up the baton from there, and was more forthcoming about the events that had led to the launch of the NEO volunteer mission and their spectacular, if short-lived, run of success getting people out of Kabul. Both Madison and Father Bugnolio were full of praise for their accomplishments, while Aziz in particular was full of questions. He was deeply worried about his brother and his family, who were loyal Muslims but deeply opposed to what they regarded as the reactionary jihadist ideologies of the Taliban. The last time he’d spoken to his brother they were trying to get a place on the very last plane out; he’d heard nothing since.

‘Wish I could help you there, bud,’ Holt said. ‘A lot of people were in the same situation.’

‘I admit I was tempted to leave too, at first,’ said Father Bugnolio. ‘I knew about the evacuations, of course, but I resisted, feeling I should remain behind to mind my duties. What shepherd would abandon his flock to the wolves? But the chaos and violence of the ensuing persecution of Christians made me realise what little I could do, and I came to question the wisdom of my choice. Even then I was still undecided, until I was pursued through the streets by a gang of their fighters who had identified me as a Catholic priest. Perhaps if I had thought to remove my cassock before venturing outside …’

‘That would’ve definitely been a smart move, mate,’ said Scraggs. ‘Look how we’re decked out. Imagine if we were to go wandering about Kabul in British or Yank army uniform, how that’d go down.’

‘Talk about a red rag to a bull, man,’ Nielsen agreed.

‘Anyhow,’ the priest continued, ‘I managed to evade them but I knew they would reappear at any moment and catch me. That was when a Jeep appeared, as if by Divine intervention, and a voice called, ‘Father! Get your behind in the car, quick!’

‘Actually I might have used slightly stronger language,’ Madison admitted. ‘We could see he was in trouble.’

‘Indeed I was. Which is why I can say with all conviction that she and her friends saved my life.’