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
- Keep Reading …
- PROLOGUE
- About the Author
- By the same author:
- About the Publisher
‘As part of our negotiation process, you’ll be allowed to view the merchandise in person, and count and recount them to your heart’s content,’ Ben told him. ‘For the purposes of this discussion, suffice to say that there are enough of the damn things to fill two medium-size vans. Except if you did, the weight would bust the suspension. It took us weeks to dig it all up. Took even longer to count it all, once we’d smuggled it away and stashed it safely where nobody could find it.’
‘Where did you find it?’
‘Right from under your nose, Stuart. It’s been sitting buried in the middle of the Loch Ardaich pine forest all these years. Personally, I have no interest in where it originally came from or who put it there. If it was up to me, I’d melt the whole bloody lot of it down into bars.’
‘If you did that, it would instantly be worth half as much. This is about historical value, not just gold.’
‘Yeah, well, history isn’t my thing, Stuart. And a pile of obsolete currency isn’t much use to me. But of all the people in the world who’d love to get their hands on them, something tells me you’re first in line. Are you ready to make me an offer I can’t refuse?’
Stuart warned, ‘You’d better not be leading me on, Hope.’
‘I always deliver on my promises,’ Ben replied. ‘Trust me when I say that you’ll get what’s coming to you.’
‘Then let’s get this started. How do you wish to proceed?’
‘Are you at home right now?’
‘I have several homes,’ Stuart said ostentatiously. ‘I’m presently staying here at my Scottish residence, if that’s what you mean.’
‘Then here’s what you’re going to do,’ Ben told him. ‘If you can bear to come down off your high perch and mix with us poor common folks for a couple of hours. You’re going to take a drive out to Kinlochardaich. I presume you know where that is.’
‘Is that your current location?’
‘My current location is of no concern to you,’ Ben said. ‘But I’ll be at the village pub at one o’clock this afternoon. Not because I’m interested in socialising with a scumbag like yourself, but because it’s a public place where I can be reasonably assured that you can’t bring your henchmen to cause trouble for me.’
Stuart chuckled. ‘You’re a very careful man, aren’t you?’
‘Which is why, if I catch even the tiniest whiff of a trick or a trap, this deal is instantly void and you can forget about ever seeing a single one of these coins. I’ll simply go to another buyer. I have several more interested parties already lined up.’
‘Really? Who? I know most of the collectors.’