Martin Calvary is going to Prague to kill a man. First he has to rescue him. Calvary works for The Chapel, a branch of British Intelligence that identifies enemies of the state who are beyond the reach of the law, and eliminates them. Permanently. But Calvary has had enough of the killing and...
He’d been parked for six hours at the end of the street, in the road with which Al-Bayati’s street formed a T, so that he had a clear view of both the Range Rover and of the entrance to the man’s house. Ten minutes before climbing into his parked car to wait, he’d approached the Range Rover, a le...
Just like any another patient. At least, Sally-Jo thought so, and she hoped other people thought the same. She kept her head down and pushed the gurney along the corridor, glancing up every now and again to make sure he was still out cold. She’d covered him with a hospital blanket, tucked in arou...
Beside him, Beth gazed silently out the window. He had nothing further to say to her about Paul Brogan. But he found himself wanting to prolong their contact, to delay the time when he offered to drop her off at her apartment, or wherever else she wanted to go. After the silence had built up to a...
Donovan returned Purkiss’s stare. Purkiss said, ‘Two men at the door.’ He was at Donovan in two strides and barrelling into him and sending him backwards into the armchair he’d risen from. He felt Donovan’s sinews tense, his arms come up and his torso twist in the automatic defensive posture that...
The movement toppled the entire chair to the left and his shoulder slammed painfully against the hard stone floor. As the rest of the windows shattered in a crescendo of jagged fragments and the chatter of semiautomatic fire continued outside, two more of Franciscus’ men fell twisted and shriekin...
She’d never been to Rome before, but had expected balmy Southern European weather, even at this hour of the night. The train journey from Fiumicino Airport into the centre of the city took thirty minutes. At some point she might need to hire a car, but the hotel address she’d been giv...
Marcus Royle instead acknowledged quite an admiration for Venn’s powers of observation, instinct, and self-preservation. Royle had kept a steady speed just under the legal limit for most of the ride up the interstate through upstate New York, Connecticut, and Massachusetts. All the time he’d glan...
said Venn. “He’s a friend.”She looked at Venn. “What went down in there?”“I met your guy. Brull. He’s the one who I encountered last night, all right. But he didn’t give away a thing.”“And this guy?”Venn saw that Fuentes was frightened once again. He cringed away from Estrada’s unflinching gaze.“...
‘I want you to sit down.’ Her eyes flicking up at his and then away again, she pulled the chair away from the desk and sat down quickly. He sat in his chair across the desk from her. He’d locked the door behind her. Lenilko paid an independent contractor to sweep his room for bugs on a daily basi...
He took the hint and dug a gap between the piles of articles and memoranda. Never a tidy man, Giordano had let his desk come to resemble one of those recycling bins Adrienne was always encouraging him to use for their waste. He peered through his glasses at the printout Naomi dropped in front of ...
Purkiss was approaching from his left, and would reach him in ten paces. Taking care not to attract attention by slowing down, Purkiss instead angled the direction of his stride so that he’d pass well behind the man. As he drew nearer he risked another glance at the profile.Yes, there was no doub...