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Chapters (77)
  1. Cover
  2. Discover the series you can’t put down …
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. Chapter 49
  53. Chapter 50
  54. Chapter 51
  55. Chapter 52
  56. Chapter 53
  57. Chapter 54
  58. Chapter 55
  59. Chapter 56
  60. Chapter 57
  61. Chapter 58
  62. Chapter 59
  63. Chapter 60
  64. Chapter 61
  65. Chapter 62
  66. Chapter 63
  67. Chapter 64
  68. Chapter 65
  69. Chapter 66
  70. The Ben Hope series
  71. Don’t miss Ben Hope’s next adventure
  72. PROLOGUE
  73. Chapter 1
  74. Go back to where it all began, in Ben Hope’s first adventure
  75. About the Author
  76. By the same author:
  77. 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.