Chapters (74)
- Cover
- Discover the series you can’t put down …
- 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
- Chapter 65
- Epilogue
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- PROLOGUE
- About the Author
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- About the Publisher
Following Monty’s coordinates, they reached the Harpur Hill quarry shortly after eleven o’clock. A rocky track led them close to the huge square-cut pit, whose edges plunged steeply down towards the water that looked inky black in the darkness. Ben and Grace stepped out of the car and looked around them. The quarry appeared deserted, no vehicle lights or any sign of life to be seen. The driving icy rain was turning into sleet. Grace shivered and wrapped her coat around herself. ‘Is it just me, or is this kind of a weird place for a meeting?’
Ben was about to reply when he sensed something wasn’t right. ‘Shush.’
‘What?’
He moved back towards the car and reached for his bag. But before he could get to the shotgun inside it, a tall, thin shadow detached itself from the darkness and a figure stepped towards them.
Chapter 40
The figure said, ‘There’ll be no need for that, Major. Move away from the vehicle, please, keeping your hands where I can see them. Your lady friend, too.’
Ben and Grace stepped away from the car. The figure came closer. Tall, bony and stooped, wearing a long dark coat and a broad-brimmed hat that dripped with rain. And clutching an old service automatic that he had pointed at the two of them.
Ben didn’t like being sneaked up on, and if he hadn’t been tired and bleary-eyed from the long drive, the colonel would never have got the edge over him. Mistakes like that could cost you your life.
‘I apologise if I appear somewhat overcautious,’ Monty said. ‘But one can never be too careful, under the circumstances. I hope you won’t mind if I frisk you for concealed weapons?’
‘Be my guest, but you won’t find any,’ Ben said.
Monty was quick and efficient, and as discreet as possible when it came to searching a lady. Her hair was wet from the sleety rain and her eyes flashed a look of fear at Ben. He replied with a smile that said, ‘It’s okay.’
There were four moments during the search when Ben could have taken the pistol from him and turned the tables, but he held back. Once the colonel was confident that neither of them was armed, he waved the pistol towards the darkness. ‘My vehicle is parked over there. After you, if you please. But first, you’ll oblige me by giving me your car keys. You can have them back later.’