Back Graveyard of Empires
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

‘Worth getting killed over,’ Ben said. ‘Or dying of starvation up here. Look around you. You think your friends will be content to tough it out with you in the wilderness, scratching around the rocks for bare scraps to survive on?’ He motioned towards the sleeping figures. ‘Aziz isn’t well, you said so yourself. Ramin isn’t someone you’d bring on a camping trip, let alone this. And what about Father Bugnolio?’

‘I’m a fairly resourceful gal,’ she shot back at him. ‘I can go it alone, if needs be.’

‘Even if there’s still a load of treasure waiting to be found, how do you plan on getting it out of here?’

‘Huh. Says the guy who thinks he can snatch a truckload of orphanage children right out from under the noses of the Taliban fighters.’

‘We’ll work something out,’ Ben said, his turn to get defensive now.

‘And so will I, goddamnit,’ she replied. ‘I always do. The first step was to get here. And I managed that okay, didn’t I?’

Ben stared at her. ‘You’re crazy. I always knew you were crazy, but I had no idea how batshit insane you really are.’

‘Now, children,’ Wolf said, raising his palms. ‘Let’s not fight.’

Madison looked about to fire back another angry retort, but then she softened and gave a lopsided smile. ‘Okay, I admit I might have bitten off a little more than I could chew. But now I’ve got the great Ben Hope here to help me. That means anything’s possible, right?’

‘And me,’ Wolf said, prodding his chest with his thumb.

‘You too, honey. The redoubtable Mr Wolf.’

Wolf seemed to like being called ‘honey’.

Ben shook his head. ‘Don’t kid yourself, Madison. If you think I’m interested in hanging around here playing treasure hunt, think again. I told you I’d come to Afghanistan to get you out.’

‘And I told you—’

‘I know. But that’s not happening. You’re coming with me.’

‘Kicking and screaming under your arm, huh?’

‘If necessary,’ he replied. ‘Now, you followed your father’s footsteps this far. You’re going to have to imitate his example one more time, and forget about this stuff until it’s safe to come back here again one day.’

‘Come back to what, though?’