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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

Silence again. Both men waiting, watching, listening, each afraid to betray his position to the other. They could just keep playing this cat-and-mouse game until someone got hit, either by design or by chance, with their opponent’s bullet or their own. Ben didn’t like the odds much.

Neither did his opponent. There was a sudden rush of footsteps and a furious metallic clatter as Hacker raced to find the ladder and started wildly clambering up it. Ben fired at the sound and his blind shot howled off an aluminium rung. He fired again. But Hacker was leaping up the ladder like a scalded wildcat and he made it to the top before Ben could get a fix on him. In two bounds Ben was at the foot of the ladder and ready to storm up after him, but a hail of gunfire blasted down all over the inside of the chamber, bullets bouncing everywhere and forcing Ben to dive away from the ladder, roll and take cover.

In the next instant he heard the scrape of the ladder being withdrawn, and then the echoing clang of the iron trapdoor being slammed back down and the bolt being kicked home. More muzzle flashes lit up the mouth of the chamber as Hacker jammed his pistol muzzle through the iron grid and loosed off another five rounds. Ben came back at him with two, three, four return shots, aiming behind the flashes. Hacker’s gunfire ceased. Ben heard running steps escaping.

Then nothing. He was alone again down here in the subterranean blackness, with the sudden silence and the sweetish tang of burnt powder mingling with the stench of the dungeon. He patted himself all over for injuries. In the heat of combat you could take a hit without even realising it. He was unhurt. Ben allowed himself a grim momentary pleasure at the rising enemy casualty toll. The score stood at three dead Dishonourables, plus a fourth incapacitated with a knife wound. The colonel would be happy. He’d be even happier by the time this was over.

But it was a long way from over. Ben was still at a serious tactical disadvantage because now Hacker was heading back up there to go after Grace, and Ben was trapped down here with two corpses and unable to do a damn thing to help her. Not good.