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Chapters (77)
  1. Cover
  2. Discover the series you can’t put down …
  3. Epigraph
  4. PROLOGUE
  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. Keep Reading …
  70. When things get rough, we should all have a friend like Ben Hope …
  71. TERROR HAS A NAME …
  72. ONLY THE STRONG SURVIVE.
  73. DEEP SOUTH.DEEPER SECRETS.
  74. Spring 2021
  75. About the Author
  76. By the same author:
  77. About the Publisher

Their plane was a purple twin-prop Flybe Bombardier. Ben hadn’t been in the air since the day he’d been approached by Saunders, and as they buzzed up into the air over London he reflected on how many things had happened in such a short space of time. The tables were beginning to turn on the enemy now. He wondered if they had any idea of what was coming to them. One thing he knew for sure – they’d be forming plans of their own, even at this moment as Ben and Wolf winged their way northwards to meet with their mysterious new contact.

It was a foggy crossing over the Irish Sea. As they neared their destination the mist parted and the Isle of Man’s rocky cliffs and hazy mountains came into view. It reminded Ben of his former home in Galway.

‘The guy’s obviously some kind of nutjob recluse,’ commented Wolf, the man who had wanted to disappear into the remotest reaches of Spain.

After exactly one hour and fifteen minutes in the air, the Bombardier touched down at Ronaldsway Airport. Vincent Eritas had told them to call when they reached the island. Ben and Wolf made their way outside into the fresh evening breeze and waited. It wasn’t long before a dark blue Mazda saloon appeared and pulled up beside them. The lone driver, a skinny bald guy in his late fifties with sharp features and pointy ears, stepped out to meet them. ‘You Hope and Wolf?’

Ben said, ‘Vincent Eritas?’ He hadn’t quite known what to expect, but somehow this man wasn’t it.

‘Dude looks like Nosferatu,’ Wolf muttered under his breath.

The bald guy shook his head. ‘I’m to take you to him.’ He motioned them into the back of the car, and they took off.

The airport was situated at the southern end of the island. The bald guy ignored his passengers and didn’t speak a word as he hustled due north along twisty rural roads, through scenery that to Ben’s eye looked exactly like Ireland, with patchwork fields and occasional isolated villages and farms with rickety fences and whitewashed stone outbuildings, the mist-shrouded mountains always in the background.