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Chapters (134)
  1. Cover
  2. ALSO BY J.S. MONROE
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Epigraph
  7. Contents
  8. One week earlier
  9. 1
  10. Friday
  11. 2
  12. Saturday
  13. 3
  14. 4
  15. 5
  16. 6
  17. 7
  18. 8
  19. 9
  20. 10
  21. 11
  22. 12
  23. 13
  24. 14
  25. 15
  26. 16
  27. 17
  28. 18
  29. 19
  30. 20
  31. 21
  32. Sunday
  33. 22
  34. 23
  35. 24
  36. 25
  37. 26
  38. 27
  39. 28
  40. 29
  41. 30
  42. 31
  43. 32
  44. 33
  45. 34
  46. 35
  47. 36
  48. 37
  49. 38
  50. 39
  51. 40
  52. 41
  53. 42
  54. 43
  55. 44
  56. 45
  57. 46
  58. 47
  59. 48
  60. 49
  61. Monday
  62. 50
  63. 51
  64. 52
  65. 53
  66. 54
  67. 55
  68. 56
  69. 57
  70. 58
  71. 59
  72. 60
  73. 61
  74. 62
  75. 63
  76. 64
  77. 65
  78. 66
  79. 67
  80. 68
  81. 69
  82. 70
  83. 71
  84. 72
  85. 73
  86. 74
  87. 75
  88. 76
  89. 77
  90. Tuesday
  91. 78
  92. 79
  93. 80
  94. 81
  95. 82
  96. 83
  97. 84
  98. 85
  99. 86
  100. 87
  101. 88
  102. 89
  103. 90
  104. 91
  105. 92
  106. 93
  107. 94
  108. 95
  109. 96
  110. 97
  111. 98
  112. 99
  113. 100
  114. 101
  115. 102
  116. 103
  117. 104
  118. 105
  119. 106
  120. 107
  121. 108
  122. 109
  123. 110
  124. 111
  125. One week later
  126. 112
  127. 113
  128. 114
  129. 115
  130. One month later
  131. 116
  132. Acknowledgements
  133. About the author
  134. An Invitation from the Publisher

She closes her eyes, tries to calm her frayed nerves. If only Jake was here. His presence in the street means he must have heard something when she tried to ring him from the bathroom last night, enough to come looking for her. Bex will be worried sick too. She will have written down the number plate when Kate was driven away. She’s good like that. But what can they do for her if the Tesla doesn’t get stopped? The large touchscreen to the left of the steering wheel is showing a map with London’s static ANPR cameras clearly marked, and Putin is navigating a long, circuitous route to avoid them. Her only chance is if they’re spotted by a police patrol car equipped with ANPR.

Jake and Bex won’t know that she’s being taken to Brittany. Or who she’ll meet there. She’s not sure either. She touches the neckband, thinks of the beach-glass necklace Rob had made for her. The one that Ajay removed. And then she hears a siren behind them. The sound has never felt so sweet. She turns around to see an unmarked police car indicating for them to pull over.

‘Listen very carefully,’ Putin says, picking up the remote and handing it back to Cara beside her. ‘You’re on your way to see your partner in France. No names. I am his driver, and she is here for your security.’ He nods at Cara, who is now in charge of the remote. ‘And she’s not as nice as me.’

He pulls the car over and stops. Kate knows this is her moment and she must be brave. Run. But the pain was unbearable last time; it felt as if she was about to die. And the dial was only set at three. She glances at the door, her hand muscles flexing.

Cara turns, fixing her dispassionate eyes on Kate. It’s as if she’s read her thoughts. Without blinking, she begins to turn the dial.

Kate grabs her throat, doubling up with the sudden shock of pain.

‘OK, OK,’ she begs, sliding into the footwell, barely conscious. ‘Please.’

Cara smiles down at her and looks away.

89

Silas

Silas glances at the satnav. They’re still eighty minutes from Nile Street. Jake is on the phone again, asking if they’ve had any luck tracking the car that Kate was taken away in.

‘I’m sorry, nothing,’ he says. Silas is equally disappointed, having expected an ANPR hit by now. ‘And no word from Border Force.’