Back House of War
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

The voice on the line was a woman’s. She sounded hesitant and perplexed that a man had picked up the call. ‘This is Françoise Schell. I’m responding to a voicemail message I received two days ago. Is this the right number?’

Françoise. The mystery woman who Romy had said could help her. ‘Romy Juneau called you,’ Ben said. ‘This is her phone.’

‘The name she gave was Jane Dieulafoy. But I figured that was a fake. I get that a lot, in my line of business.’

‘Which is what?’ Ben asked.

‘I’d actually rather speak to … what did you say her name was? Romy Juneau. Is she available?’

As they talked Ben was whipping out his own phone and running a web search on Françoise Schell. He found her right away. She was an investigative reporter and the top search result with her name on it had three lines of metadata that contained the title of an article she’d written. It was called HOW THE ANTIQUITIES TRADE FUNDS TERROR.

And a light bulb lit up inside Ben’s head. He said, ‘Please don’t hang up. This could be very important.’

‘Why would I hang up?’ she asked, sounding as though she was arching an eyebrow.

‘Because you can’t talk to Romy Juneau.’

‘I see. And why is that?’

‘Because she can’t talk to you. She was murdered this morning.’

‘I’m hanging up.’

‘Don’t do that,’ he said. ‘Talk to me instead. You’re the reporter she tried to call. She thought you could help her.’

‘I can’t talk to you if I don’t know who you are.’

‘My name’s Ben Hope. I was Romy’s friend.’

‘As in boyfriend?’ The way she said it sounded jaded and cynical. But then, in Ben’s experience seasoned investigative journalists were generally a jaded and cynical bunch.

‘Just a friend.’

‘She was killed only this morning, but you don’t sound like you’re exactly paralysed with grief.’ Direct, too.

‘I express emotion in other ways,’ he replied. In the middle of talking he clicked open the article Françoise Schell had written and quickly scanned the text. It was from a few months earlier. There was a photo image of her beside the title. It showed a thin-faced woman with long blond hair and intense, intelligent eyes, maybe forty or a little younger.