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
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- 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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Dudley had reached the summerhouse steps when Ben decided to make his move. He strode up fast behind him, clamped a hand over his mouth and jerked him backwards off his feet. Dudley let out a muffled cry. The crystal glass fell to the lawn and broke. Ben dragged him to the ground and thumped him twice, blows intended just to stun him momentarily without knocking him unconscious. He wanted Dudley awake and alert.
Wolf tore off more strips of tape and bound his ankles, knees and wrists as he’d done to the bodyguards. Dudley was blinking and spluttering. Ben activated the weapon light on his MPX and shone it in the politician’s face, dazzling him. He said softly, ‘Start shouting, try to call for help, and I will shoot you. Do you understand, Mr Dudley?’
‘W-who … W-what …?’
Ben slapped him across the cheekbone with the gun. ‘Be quiet, listen to me and speak only when I ask you a question. Lie to me and I will shoot you. All right?’
‘That was a question, moron,’ Wolf growled.
Dudley nodded. ‘I … I understand.’
‘Now understand this. We are not kidnappers, and we’re not here to steal. This isn’t happening to you because you’re Tristan Dudley, senior MP and future Prime Minister. We don’t care how rich or important you are. We care about only one thing. The Pandemonium Club.’
The effect of those three words was like a bomb going off inside Tristan Dudley’s brain. His bloodshot eyes boggled like a madman’s and his jaw sagged open. After the initial shock subsided he managed to mumble, ‘I . . I don’t …’
Ben slapped him again with the gun. ‘Careful, Mr Dudley. If I hear you say something like “I don’t know what you’re talking about” I’m going to interpret that as a lie. And we’ve already established what happens next.’
‘We know you’re one of them, you repugnant sack of shit,’ Wolf said. ‘We know about Karswell Hall. We know what really happened to Annie. I watched it happening with my own eyes.’
‘As you can see, there are no secrets between us,’ Ben told him. ‘So now, for the first time in your miserable life, you’re going to tell the truth.’