Chapters (77)
- Cover
- Discover the series you can’t put down …
- PROLOGUE
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- The Ben Hope series
- Don’t miss Ben Hope’s next adventure
- PROLOGUE
- Chapter 1
- Go back to where it all began, in Ben Hope’s first adventure
- About the Author
- By the same author:
- About the Publisher
And it was, more than ever, now that Ben had run out of other options. If the ex-Delta operative knew anything about why US military intel had wrongly reported Nazim al-Kassar as being dead, maybe he had other information that could lead Ben in the right direction to find him. At this point, Ben didn’t care if he had to scour the earth to hunt for Nazim.
Keegan said, ‘I said he won’t talk to you by phone. But he’ll agree to a face to face. On his terms only.’
‘Which are?’
‘You have to go to him,’ Keegan replied. And then he told Ben where he’d have to go.
‘That’s got to be three thousand miles away,’ Ben said. Then had to remind himself that just a moment earlier he’d been prepared to travel the globe in search of Nazim.
‘Four thousand miles,’ Keegan corrected him with a chuckle. ‘Cost of doing business.’
‘What the hell’s he doing in the US Virgin Islands?’
‘Playing golf and fishing with all the other retired lazy bastards, I suppose. How the fuck should I know? So what shall I tell my contact?’
‘Tell him I’m on my way.’
‘And what about the favour you’re going to do your old mate in return for all this? Quid pro quo, remember?’
‘Some other time,’ Ben said, and hung up the call before Keegan could swear at him.
Alone again, the house seemed oppressively dark and empty. There was nothing more Ben could do here. He retraced his steps back downstairs and outside, across the park and over the wall to the car. It was nearly eleven o’clock. Sitting at the wheel he pulled out his smartphone again, this time to check flights to the US Virgin Islands. He found one leaving Paris before seven the next morning, sixteen hours end to end, with one connection in Miami and landing at Cyril E. King Airport on the Caribbean island of St Thomas sometime early evening, local time. He was reluctant to abort his hunt in order to go running halfway around the world, but he’d already admitted to himself that he had no choice.
Whether Roth would pay off was another question, one that Ben could worry about when he got there. If nothing else, a few hours on a plane might give him time to think.