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Chapters (95)
  1. Cover
  2. Also by
  3. About the author
  4. Fortress
  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. Chapter 53
  58. Chapter 54
  59. Chapter 55
  60. Chapter 56
  61. Chapter 57
  62. Chapter 58
  63. Chapter 59
  64. Chapter 60
  65. Chapter 61
  66. Chapter 62
  67. Chapter 63
  68. Chapter 64
  69. Chapter 65
  70. Chapter 66
  71. Chapter 67
  72. Chapter 68
  73. Chapter 69
  74. Chapter 70
  75. Chapter 71
  76. Chapter 72
  77. Chapter 73
  78. Chapter 74
  79. Chapter 75
  80. Chapter 76
  81. Chapter 77
  82. Chapter 78
  83. Chapter 79
  84. Chapter 80
  85. Chapter 81
  86. Chapter 82
  87. Chapter 83
  88. Chapter 84
  89. Chapter 85
  90. Chapter 86
  91. Chapter 87
  92. Chapter 88
  93. Epilogue
  94. Extract from State of Emergency
  95. Glossary

‘Superfast global facial recognition. Neat, huh? It’s still in Beta but we’re on the home straight. All you need’s a passport image or a photo off of Facebook, input that with a few co-ordinates, frequently visited locations, don’t even need a name, hit send and voilà. When we get it running right, it should relay in about fifteen seconds from anywhere round the globe. Cool or what?’

Skip paused for him to respond, but Tom was too stunned to speak.

‘Want me to set up an alert and patch it to your phone so you can keep check? Case you’re worried about all them smooth French dudes hitting on her? I know I would be.’

Tom swallowed, holding down the urge to deck the little prick. He couldn’t remember a time he had taken such a dislike to someone so quickly.

Beth glanced anxiously at him, then went into over-drive, laying down a big apologetic laugh, like covering fire. ‘Really, Skip, you’re just too much. What kind of a welcome is that to show our guest? I’m so sorry, Tom, he’s just real keen for you to see his ideas. Ain’t you, Skip?’

Skip giggled and raised his hands in surrender. ‘Hey, Tom, don’t take it personally, okay? I’m just a geek with a hard-on for my new kit.’ He pointed at Beth. ‘You should see what I got on her.’

He hit another key and the screens filled with images of her in every stage of dress and undress, eating, swimming, shopping, driving, right up to meeting Tom at the airport and getting into the Chevy. Creepy didn’t even begin to cover it.

He wagged a crooked finger at her. ‘See, babe? Nowhere to hide.’ He bowed as if responding to applause, his eyes hovering somewhere round her chest. Still she continued to smile, as if it was actually a clause in her contract. Maybe it was. But, almost to his relief, he thought he saw the mask slip for a millisecond.

Tom swallowed his disgust and reminded himself why he was there. Press the flesh, secure the cash, then get the hell out. ‘So, what’s your interest in Invicta?’

Skip looked over Tom’s shoulder, towards the door. ‘Ask him.’

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