Chapters (77)
- Cover
- Discover the series you can’t put down …
- Epigraph
- PROLOGUE
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Keep Reading …
- When things get rough, we should all have a friend like Ben Hope …
- TERROR HAS A NAME …
- ONLY THE STRONG SURVIVE.
- DEEP SOUTH.DEEPER SECRETS.
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Eritas went on, ‘Now, gentlemen, before we proceed any further I’m afraid I must ask you to submit to a couple of basic security measures. Please remove your jackets, shoes, belts and watches, turn out your pockets for anything metallic, as well as your mobile phones, and place your items in the boxes provided.’ As he spoke, a wall panel opened to reveal a compartment with a shelf on which rested two plastic crates.
Ben and Wolf had no choice but to go along with his wishes. Ben reluctantly placed his steel Omega diver’s watch, his burner phone and his green bag containing Abbott’s laptop into a crate. He unlaced his boots and unbuckled his belt and put those in, too. It was like being admitted to a maximum-security prison.
The wall panel closed. Eritas said, ‘Thank you. Your items will of course be returned to you before you leave. Now if you would please step through the metal detector, one at a time?’
Ben said, ‘You don’t have to worry about us being armed. We’ve just stepped off a commercial aircraft. In any case, we’ve come to trade information, nothing more.’
‘Indulge me, please,’ said the voice from the speaker. ‘I hope you understand that I’m compelled to be extra careful, for my own protection.’
‘Does he think we were going to strangle him with our effing shoelaces?’ Wolf grumbled.
‘I’m sure a fellow of your skills could probably snap my neck with your little finger,’ Eritas said. ‘I’m a man of thoughts and intellect, not of action. Now, please, the metal detector.’
Ben went first. The detector remained silent. When Wolf passed under the archway, a high-pitched alarm sounded. Wolf patted himself down for the camera to show he wasn’t armed, and pointed to his mouth. ‘It’s my teeth.’
‘Then I must ask you to remove those also,’ Eritas said. ‘It’s the only way I can be sure that you’re not carrying a gun or a knife.’
Wolf didn’t like it, but he removed the gold and titanium denture, wrapped it in a handkerchief and tossed it to Ben on the other side of the arch. Then he stepped through, and this time he didn’t trigger the alarm. Ben handed him the denture and Wolf unwrapped it and reinserted it into his mouth. ‘Satisfied now?’
As if in reply, the third door suddenly unlocked itself and glided open. ‘I’d say that’s a yes,’ Wolf said.
Shoeless, they stepped out of the chamber and now found themselves in a wider, longer passage whose walls were burnished steel. They might have been entering the International Space Station. At the end of the passage was yet another doorway, which opened as they walked towards it.
And standing in the doorway was Vincent Eritas himself.