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

‘Along with going on doing what you’ve already been doing,’ Ben said. ‘Don’t stop hammering the US Embassy in Qatar. They’re sure to be keeping track of all known movements of refugees out of Afghanistan. If Madison is among them, they’ll have that information. Humanitarian camps are being set up in different places to harbour the flood of people who managed to get out. She could be in one of those.’

‘Then why hasn’t she contacted us already?’

‘Stand by your phone,’ Ben said. ‘She might do just that, at any moment. She could be trying right now, to let you know she’s okay.’

‘But you don’t think it’s likely.’

‘I didn’t say it was impossible.’

‘This isn’t what we thought you were going to tell us. We thought—’

‘I know,’ Ben said. ‘But I won’t lie to you.’

‘And we’re supposed to sit here and just ride it out, fingers crossed and hope for the best? How long before we give up on her being alive? Weeks? Months? And what then? Just shrug our shoulders, put it down to “shit happens” and go on without her? How can we do that?’

Ben said nothing.

‘Madison’s not just our boss. She’s our friend. She built this company back up after her father died, gave us our jobs. We do great things together. She looks after us. We … we love her.’

Ben went on saying nothing. Inside, his spirits sank another notch towards rock bottom.

‘I wish there was some other way,’ Twigg muttered disconsolately. ‘Something else. I don’t know. Something more.’

‘If I can think of one,’ Ben said, ‘you’ll be the first to know. I promise you.’

The call ended soon afterwards, with Twigg almost weeping and Ben not feeling much better. The icy chill of his initial reaction had turned to a boiling rage. He sat there in the empty, silent office for a long time, so stunned he could barely believe what he’d just heard. But if it was true, everything he’d told Twigg was no less so. The odds were overwhelming enough to make this an impossible situation. For all practical purposes, Madison might as well be an astronaut stranded alone on Mars, with no possibility of rescue or resupply.

Yet he’d promised he would try to think of some way he could help her. That’s what he would do.

And that’s what he did do. Try.