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Chapters (45)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. Part One
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Part Two
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Part Three
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Part Four
  25. Chapter Seventeen
  26. Chapter Eighteen
  27. Chapter Nineteen
  28. Chapter Twenty
  29. Chapter Twenty-One
  30. Chapter Twenty-Two
  31. Part Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Three
  33. Chapter Twenty-Four
  34. Chapter Twenty-Five
  35. Chapter Twenty-Six
  36. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  37. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  38. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  39. Chapter Thirty
  40. Chapter Thirty-One
  41. Chapter Thirty-Two
  42. Part Six
  43. Chapter Thirty-Three
  44. Acknowledgements
  45. About the Author

We quickly climbed into the back of the waiting van.

Robin crackled in. ‘No tails. Security still outside the Marine Invertebrates room shaking their heads. Not a bad performance, new boy.’

‘Just keeping up with the boss.’ He smiled as he said this. We locked eyes.

Geraint leaned round. ‘I can run you both back.’

‘Thanks, G.’

I broke eye contact with Frederick. Jesus, I had to get a grip.

I brought out my phone to busy myself with writing an email update to the rest of Whistle.

No matter how much I tried to ignore it, there was an attraction between us.

Simmering.

Everything about Frederick shouted about how in control he was.

Except the way he looked at me. As if I was something to be devoured. I could read everything in that look. And he knew it. He wanted me to know it.

I see you.

I want you.

What it’d be like to have you.

This was ridiculous.

I was with Will. I was happy.

Wasn’t I?

Will thought we were in trouble.

Will was receiving middle-of-the-night text messages.

Why hadn’t I just asked him about it? Or checked his phone? Was it better to admit I didn’t trust him? Or to trust him and never know?

It had to be nothing.

He wouldn’t cheat on me.

Would he?

Will thought we were in trouble.

Will was receiving middle-of-the-night text messages.

And I was making eyes at a colleague.

Goddammit.

We were in trouble.

And Frederick?

He was just a flirtation.

A harmless, passing flirtation.

One of those reminders that were far and few between where I felt like a woman. Fanciable.

Fuckable.

Not just a mother.

It was harmless. Totally harmless.

As long as the only action that happened around him was violent.

Part Three

Part Three

Cling

cling, v.

1. Adhere or stick firmly or closely to; be hard to part or remove from.

2. Remain persistently or stubbornly faithful to.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Increase your Google rankings!!!!!

MISSION: #80521

UNIT: WHISTLE

DATE: Wednesday 2nd October

ALERT: 4 DAYS UNTIL PENG’S DEPARTURE

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

A MAP OF KNIGHTSBRIDGE was projected onto the meeting-room whiteboard. Hattie stood in front of it leading our morning briefing. His large frame blocked most of the image; a blue dot flashing at the Mandarin Oriental hotel on Hyde Park was just visible at his right elbow.

‘It’s confirmed Peng is in there. Cloning the GPS card reader was a success. And having retrieved the listening devices from Heathrow we now have a rough schedule of exactly what Peng is going to be doing for the whole time she’s here.’