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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Next, it was time for the nasty part. Ben had never wanted to be a dentist, and he had no real desire to start his apprenticeship now. At least the patient wouldn’t have any objection to his primitive methods. Ben yanked the dead man’s jaws apart and jammed a rock in there to wedge his mouth open while he used the hilt and blade of the stiletto to knock and pry out as many of his crooked, caried teeth as necessary to make Wolf’s spare denture fit. Alejandro would never have won any prizes for his lovely smile when he was alive, but by the time Ben had finished with him his mouth looked like a rat-hole.
‘You’re actually pretty good at that,’ Wolf commented as the last tooth came out. ‘All else fails, you could have a new career.’
Ben removed the rock wedge and stuffed the gold and titanium denture into position, then sat back to assess his handiwork. Not exactly a tailor-made fit, but a definite improvement over Alejandro’s originals. Feeling faintly nauseous he wiped the blood and saliva off his hands and the knife. Wolf said, ‘I have some spare clothing in my bag, if you want to dress him up as me.’
‘Won’t be necessary,’ Ben replied. ‘Their vehicle’s parked down below. Help me get him down there.’
Chapter 21
They humped the body down the rocky slope by the armpits and ankles, Wolf carrying his holdall over his shoulder. As Ben had expected, the crapped-out old Peugeot J7 van was still parked in the same moonlit spot. ‘You want him inside or outside?’ Wolf asked as they lugged the corpse up to the vehicle.
‘Stick him behind the wheel,’ Ben said. ‘Like you were trying to get away when I shot you.’
‘Works for me.’
They opened the driver’s door and hoisted Alejandro’s dead weight halfway in, then Ben clambered in the passenger side and dragged him the rest of the way, turned him upright and propped him behind the wheel. Once the body was in position, Ben got out and walked around the side of the vehicle to where the fuel filler cap was situated above the rear wheel. He unscrewed the cap and sniffed. A lot of these old commercial vehicles had been made with petrol engines, instead of diesel. So had this one. Perfect. Because diesel was much harder to ignite.