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  1. Cover
  2. Time for the Dead
  3. Dedication page
  4. Map
  5. Epigraph page
  6. Prologue
  7. 1
  8. 2
  9. 3
  10. 4
  11. 5
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  91. Epilogue
  92. Acknowledgements
  93. About the Author
  94. By Lin Anderson

Harry was trying hard, his forehead creased by the effort. ‘A sniffer dog got brought in. Sugarboy said the handler begged him to save it.’ He waited, his brain trying to recall whatever Sugarboy had told him. ‘The two guys who carried in the stretcher – Ben and Charlie, Mountain and Chucky, that’s what Sugarboy called them,’ he said triumphantly.

Harry smiled and in that moment McNab saw what Ellie probably saw, the Harry he’d been before he’d been imprisoned and his face cooked in a burning tank.

‘The MOD should fucking tell you the names.’

‘True,’ McNab agreed. ‘But they’re not inclined to tell us anything that makes them look bad.’

Harry pointed to his face. ‘Which is why I’m not on a recruitment poster.’

McNab left Harry to his book as the sergeant who’d recommended it appeared with a mug of tea for his prisoner.

‘Hope he’s not giving you any lip, Sergeant?’ McNab said.

‘A star pupil,’ the sergeant said, ‘as long as he gets his methadone.’

71

Don’t try and hide from the enemy. Lead him to you and then you have the advantage. But make it subtle. Your enemy knows you, too well in fact. But he also underestimates you.

The air in the caves was damp, but the wind couldn’t reach her, or the snow that had begun falling again.

And in the deepest recesses of the cave, the sand was dry, and inside her survival bag she was warm and comfortable. As for army rations, she had sufficient to see her task out. The required water she got from a tributary of the waterfall that cascaded down the cliff face, unless the wind was too high and forced it upwards again.

She sat now consuming the contents of one of the three ration bags remaining, preparing herself for what was sure to happen.

He would follow her here. She knew that without a doubt. And she had made it possible for him to do that. Even though he might suspect this, he would still come, because what else could he do? He couldn’t leave her alive, not with Sugarboy gone. And what of the other two? Who had they decided to back, now that Sugarboy was dead?

That word conjured up an image, one that she’d been trying hard to suppress. Despite her efforts, it blossomed and grew, and with it came the smells and the sounds.

He had anticipated their decision and had moved to thwart it, the outcome of which had left Sugarboy dead at her feet.

She felt again the crack of her skull against the birch tree, causing her world to swim out of focus. The trickle of warm blood on her neck. The fear like a knife in her heart as the scenario played out again in her head.