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Chapters (61)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Chapter Forty-Two
  44. Chapter Forty-Three
  45. Chapter Forty-Four
  46. Chapter Forty-Five
  47. Chapter Forty-Six
  48. Chapter Forty-Seven
  49. Chapter Forty-Eight
  50. Chapter Forty-Nine
  51. Chapter Fifty
  52. Chapter Fifty-One
  53. Chapter Fifty-Two
  54. Chapter Fifty-Three
  55. Chapter Fifty-Four
  56. Chapter Fifty-Five
  57. Chapter Fifty-Six
  58. Epilogue
  59. Author’s Note
  60. Acknowledgements
  61. About the Author

An hour later, the Jeep was parked up about thirty yards from the front entrance of Hembury’s apartment block, on the opposite side of the road. Three syringes were now prepped and loaded with the deadly concoction. Inside the apartment, Vargas was working on his laptop when a text came in from Hembury.

Dropped Amanda off at the airport. I’m at the station and will get back about seven. Flights are booked for the morning. See you later.

Vargas read the message and checked the time. Hembury wouldn’t be back for another three hours, so he decided to head down to the corner shop to pick up a few beers and snacks. On his way to the shop, he spotted Wicks and his cousin sitting in the front of the Cherokee and a sixth sense kicked in to tell him something was wrong. He picked up a couple of Peroni six-packs and, on his way back, deliberately headed along the opposite side of the street in order to walk right by the Jeep.

As he passed the Cherokee, he maintained his rhythm but glanced across at the two men, spotting the cool box that was resting on one of the rear seats. He crossed the road and made his way promptly back to the apartment. Something wasn’t quite right about the guys in the Cherokee but he couldn’t be sure. He decided to get back to his laptop and see in an hour if they were still there. He checked at five and again at six and the Jeep hadn’t moved. He felt a growing sense of unease and decided to call Hembury, who picked up straight away.

“Nic, I’m just about to leave, so should be back about six forty-five. Shall I pick up a few beers?”

“We’re sorted on the beer front but I think we have a potential situation. There are two guys sitting in a black Cherokee parked across the road who haven’t moved in the last two hours. I’m pretty sure they are staking out the apartment. I managed to get a closer look at them when I went to the store and I noticed a small cool box on the back seat, which seems a bit odd bearing in mind it’s pretty cold out there.”

Hembury thought for a moment. “Maybe Franklin’s had a change of heart about meeting me tomorrow. I’ll call you when I’m a street away and we’ll pay a surprise visit to our friends.”