Investigative journalist Riley Gavin has problems. Her occasional partner-in-crimebusting Frank Palmer has disappeared after a disturbing chance encounter, and she's being followed by a mysterious dreadlocked man.
She was shivering with cold and her buttocks and back ached unbearably where the mattress had failed to cushion entirely the ribbed surface of the metal floor. She coughed, her throat painfully dry where her breathing had rasped while lying on her back. She had no idea how long she had been aslee...
While what he could see was simple enough to commit to memory, the people, although genial enough when faced with a foreigner who didn’t speak their language, proved an odd nut to crack. Some were immediately friendly, in spite of the language problem, while others showed open distrust, as if he ...
Leaping up in my position would get me killed. Instead I grabbed the rifle and hugged the earth while I tried to locate the source of the gunfire. That’s not an easy thing to do when you’re crouched in a hole, half asleep and with your head clouded in cotton wool. Sounds get distorted and deflect...
It was nearly twenty hours later and he and Rik were walking along a quiet back street in Harrow. It was after six and the light was fading, the predominantly residential area morphing into shadows and yellow lights, and the homeward rumble of through traffic. The houses on each side were part of...
She clicked on it and waited while it downloaded. The picture was grainy with a blue-ish tinge, but clear enough to make out details of faces and furnishings. It showed the main corridor leading from the corner near reception past the bank of lockers and vending machines. ...
It was Deane. ‘The police have confirmed the identity of the dead man: it’s Carvalho, the US Marine who was riding shotgun on convoys.’ ‘What was he doing in New York?’ ‘Attending a friend’s wedding and staying at an apartment on the Lower East Side. Early estimates say he was stabbed sometime la...
Cold and misty, damp underfoot and no night to be out walking by the canal, Rocco pulled up his collar and turned to check that he was alone. The water slid by on his right, silent and black, throwing off faint, yellow glints where a distant light was reflected off the oily surface.He trod carefu...
Stop-and-detain bulletins had gone out on Didier Marthe, with warnings that he was armed and dangerous, but he wasn’t about to hold his breath. Such bulletins often relied on the stupidity of criminals doing something to bring them to the attention of the police, rather than a thinly spread polic...
A stubby Renault truck emerged from the inferno of the shed like a horse out of a starting gate. But this horse was hell-bent on death and left destruction in its wake. Without bothering to open the doors, the driver had simply burst through the rotten wood as if they didn’t exist. The impact aga...
It’s not as if they could pick them up at the nearest branch of bloody Tesco!’ Ballatyne was raging at the ease with which the attackers had entered the country, equipped themselves and stormed the secure structure of a police station, taking it apart as if it were no more than a training exercis...