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Chapters (74)
  1. Cover
  2. Discover the series you can’t put down …
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. Chapter 49
  53. Chapter 50
  54. Chapter 51
  55. Chapter 52
  56. Chapter 53
  57. Chapter 54
  58. Chapter 55
  59. Chapter 56
  60. Chapter 57
  61. Chapter 58
  62. Chapter 59
  63. Chapter 60
  64. Chapter 61
  65. Chapter 62
  66. Chapter 63
  67. Chapter 64
  68. Chapter 65
  69. Epilogue
  70. Keep Reading …
  71. PROLOGUE
  72. About the Author
  73. By the same author:
  74. About the Publisher

Which Ben thought was a little strange. Because in all the countries of the world where he’d ever been pulled over by the cops, he’d never met one yet who used a phone instead of his radio. Nor had Ben ever encountered a police officer with the gift of prophecy. But this guy seemed to know the names of both occupants of the Mercedes, before he’d even asked them a single question.

At that moment Grace pushed open her passenger door and got out of the car. The surly cop moved back a few steps, but kept his torch shining on her. The cold wind streamed her hair across her face. She brushed it away, flashed her police warrant card at the two cops and said breezily, ‘PC Kirk, based in Fort William. How are we doing this morning, gents?’

No replies, no smiles of greeting to a fellow officer. Ben looked at Grace and saw the slight bemusement in her eyes that these two weren’t acting quite normal. Then he looked back at the surly cop who was standing a few steps away from her. The cop was holding his torch in his left hand. Ben saw his right hand slip inside his police overcoat and come out with something he definitely shouldn’t have had in there. It was a high-voltage cattle prod.

At the same moment, the smirking cop suddenly came towards Ben with an identical device clenched in his hand. A nasty glint of something in his eyes reflected in the red glow of the Mercedes’ tail-lights.

Ben had no idea what was going on. But he knew what was about to happen in the next instant, unless he took the appropriate action, and fast. He jumped back along the driver’s side of the car until he was level with the windscreen. Planted the flat of his hand on the cold metal of the wing and in an explosive burst of energy vaulted feet-first across the Mercedes’ wide bonnet. Sliding across it at a sharp angle. Crunching down into the snow and ice of the verge on the opposite side, shoving Grace bodily out of the way and throwing his weight hard against the open passenger door as the surly cop came at her with the shock prod in his hand. The edge of the door slammed into the cop’s chest and side and the violent impact knocked him off balance. He staggered backwards with a grunt of pain and fell heavily into the snow.