Dead Centre (Nick Stone, Book 14)
The new Nick Stone mystery from the bestselling writer of Bravo Zero.
January 2005: Nick Stone is in tsunami hit Banda Aceh on a role to retrieve incriminating facts of an oil deal. whilst looters arrive a struggle breaks out and a guy, Mong, is killed. Nick makes a promise to his useless good friend to guard his widow, Tracey.
March 2011: Nick is in Moscow filling his days at a personal gun diversity whilst he's lifted through heavies and brought to satisfy an oligarch. The oligarch desires Nick to trace down his abducted spouse and son. It transpires that the oligarch has married Tracey and so Nick is given the chance to fulfil his promise to Mong. Nick follows the path from Mogadishu to Nairobi, from Courchevelski to Bristol, on a project to solve this advanced and explosive plot. He ultimately tracks down Tracey and her son and leads a rescue undertaking, all weapons blazing, merely to discover that Tracey is lifeless and the boy is missing.
There's just one guy the boy could be with, and one position, which in basic terms Nick knows... Nick is going after him, and he has vengeance to wreak.
From the exchange Paperback edition.
Karachi, Dubai or Mogadishu, Ali will be your guy. You’d deliver you cash alongside and provides him a code be aware or telephone quantity, which he’d go to a dealer on the different finish. Your favorite uncle might happen, say the magic be aware, and be passed a brown envelope of the neighborhood forex – minus fee, in fact. the 2 agents could style that out among themselves. Billions and billions of bucks were moved around the world during this means for many years. It’s the money-movement approach to selection for.
have been. I gripped Awaale back. This was once a Mexican stand-off, yet with out the Mexicans. ‘Awaale, are we going to stick right here until eventually we run out of ammunition? Or we’re all lifeless? How’s it paintings, mate?’ He gobbed off into his radio once more. nobody spoke back. The puppy was once going ape-shit in the back of the door. His claws scrabbled on the metal like a maniac’s. A radio enjoying Arabic tune was once became as much as complete blast. ‘Awaale, mate. cease. examine me. i will assist you. do you need to teach what an excellent fighter you.
A pause. ‘Of course.’ ‘Well, if so, you’ve bought to stick alive in addition, for me. Deal?’ ‘I desire a name from you each day, OK?’ ‘OK.’ ‘Promise me? each day?’ ‘Yes, I promise. each day.’ Awaale had curled up less than the bench. He rather was once the everlasting optimist. He was once by no means going to get cozy down there as we bounced in the course of the water. ‘You very well, mate?’ I needed to shout over the wind and the roar of the engine. ‘The sea … it makes me very sick.’ ‘Sick? You’re presupposed to be.
‘Listen, these different cunts are in the market someplace. How are we speculated to locate them?’ I grew to become again to Awaale. He used to be on his cellular. ‘Mr Nick, is every thing okay on the airport? The money?’ ‘All able to cross. yet the place are the opposite two?’ He didn’t resolution. He acquired busy along with his cellular as a substitute. And he wasn’t a cheerful bunny. ‘Awaale, you've gotten the opposite , haven’t you?’ BB scuttled around the deck in the direction of me. ‘What’s up?’ ‘The different lads. i feel they’re Georgians. They communicate.
Sending a warship, the Cumberland, to Benghazi to evac united kingdom nationals. No proposal while it is going to get there yet I’m attempting to get her on board and out of town quickly as. Stand by.’ ‘Mr Nick, they’re right here, they’re the following! Mr Nick, they’re here!’ I grew to become again. Awaale jumped off the wagon. Ant and Dec have been being frogmarched alongside the sting of the tarmac. Awaale yelled, and so they have been suggested in the direction of the again of our technical. I joined them as quickly as i may. Fuck, my ft have been sore. ‘Mate, let’s get them.