James Patterson - Private London
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About the Book
SOMETIMES WHEN THE NIGHTMARE ENDS THE TERROR IS ONLY JUST BEGINNING
FRONT LINE
For Hannah Shapiro, a beautiful young American student, this particular nightmare began eight years ago in Los Angeles, when Jack Morgan, owner of Private the worlds most exclusive detective agency saved her from a horrific death. She has fled her country, but cant flee her past. The terror has followed her to London, and now it is down to former Royal Military Police Sergeant Dan Carter, head of Private London, to save her all over again.
HARD LINE
In central London, young women are being abducted off the street. When the bodies are found, some days later, they have been mutilated in a particularly mysterious way. Dan Carters ex-wife, DI Kirsty Webb, is involved in the investigation and it looks likely that the two cases are gruesomely linked.
DEADLINE
Dan Carter draws on the whole resources of Private International in a desperate race against the odds. But the clock is ticking Private may be the largest and most technologically advanced detection agency in the world, but the only thing they dont have is the one thing they need time.
James Pattersons white-knuckle rollercoaster has just reached London. Buckle up, its one hell of a ride!
Part One
Chapter 1
9 April 2003 Los Angeles, USA
The day everything changed.
Morning
HANNAH SHAPIRO WAS having a wonderful day.
Presents and mimosas at breakfast. Just the one glass but a twelfth birthday needed marking, didnt it? She would become bat mitzvah a Daughter of the Commandments this coming Shabbat. But Saturday was three days away!
Come on, darling, take a sip Jessica, her mother, said, her southern accent sweet and musical. Youll love it. It tastes just like an angels tears in a glass.
And so she had. Even though she didnt like the taste of alcohol, Hannah loved her mom more than anything in the world and wouldnt think of disappointing her. She sipped, then half spluttered, half laughed. Ive got bubbles in my nose.
Thats what you pay the good money for, sweetheart!
Hannah laughed with her.
It was a perfect morning. The only thing missing was her father. Its a shame Daddy couldnt make it back last night, she said.
Its government business. Hed have been here if he could, darling.
I know.
And he promised hell try to make the three oclock flight. Even if he has to fight the chief of staff to do it! her mother said, hugging Hannah and ruffling her hair.
Hannah giggled again. She couldnt imagine her father fighting with anyone.
Come on, honey. Make a birthday wish on your first champagne.
Hannah thought about it. Her best friends from school, Sally Hunt and Tiffany Wells, had already turned thirteen. Sally had been given a polo pony and Tiffany a diamond watch from Cartier. Both their parents had been divorced more than once.
Hannah looked at the family portrait hanging over the fireplace. Her father and mother so much in love, Hannah in the middle.
She gazed up at her mother, couldnt believe how heartbreakingly beautiful she was. Couldnt believe that her father could bear to spend so much time away from her.
So Hannah took another sip of her mimosa, looked again at the family portrait and made her wish: Catch that plane, Daddy!
Afternoon
Crossing Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills, Hannah took her mothers hand.
They were both laden with packages, bags from all the best stores hanging off their shoulders.
We have done very well with the shopping, said Hannah, grinning broadly.
Daddy said to make it up to you for missing breakfast.
Hes doing a very good job.
So far. But the day is young.
Yes.
And its good we have the time to ourselves. Daddy doesnt do shopping.
Hannah chuckled. I know.
Jessica Shapiro winked at her. But your mother, darling is a professional!
Moments later, she fetched out the keys to the Mercedes convertible they were approaching in the underground car park.
She looked up, startled as two men suddenly appeared. They wore black hoods.
Hannahs scream was cut short as a rough hand covered her mouth.
Tell the little bitch to shut it now! Or Ill blow her brains halfway across California.
Jessica nodded. Numb with fear. Unable to speak. Staring terrified at Hannah, she pleaded with her daughter with her eyes to be still.
Three Days Later
Hannah wanted to scream again. Scream till her throat bled as she watched what was happening to her mother.
But she couldnt. Duct tape had been wrapped around her head, sealing her mouth shut painfully. Her nostrils bulged wide, as much with fear as the need to suck oxygen into her burning lungs.
She squeezed her eyes shut, images of memory flashing, snapshots of the horror that had led to this moment.
The black-suited hooded men grabbing them. The crook of an elbow jammed tight against her mouth. Throwing her into the back of a windowless van.
Forcing her down on the cold metal floor. Tying her hands with tape. Then her mouth, her feet.
The vehicle moving, bouncing her hard against the unforgiving side. Tyres squealing. Her own muted screams. A dark sack dropped over her head.
Darkness. The sound of her mother sobbing nearby. A mewing, hurt sound.
Her bladder voiding. The awful shame of it.
A world of hurt later.
Her mother lay naked on a bed. Her hands above her head tied cruelly to the headboard.
One of the men was on top of her mother now. Grunting as he raped her. Feeding on her pain, her humiliation, her helplessness. It didnt take long. He stood up and gestured to the other hood leaning against the far wall.
You want a go now?
Not on mommy I dont, said the second man flatly. I like my meat fresher.
Hannah whimpered, horrified as she realised what he meant.
He raised the gun that he held loosely in his right hand, tightening a silencer on the end of its barrel. Then he pointed it at Hannahs mother.
Your husband did this to you, not me. He wouldnt pay the ransom.
Hannah shook her head violently, begging with her eyes, screaming out to her father as she had been doing since the horror had begun. Why hadnt he paid them the money? Why hadnt he saved them? Where was he?
The gunmans eyes were so cold. He had his chance, he said simply.
Then he pulled the trigger. He shot Jessica Shapiro twice. The shots made a sound like a nail gun.
Cant say we didnt give daddy a chance, said the hood.
Hannah slumped back in the chair, reeling. Her system shutting down in shock. The grip of fear holding her heart so tight that she couldnt breathe.
The man holstered his gun and undid his trouser belt. Untie the girl, he said.
At that moment, a lifetime too late, the door to the loft was smashed off its hinges.
As the gunman turned, a high-velocity bullet punched through his forehead, knocking him off his heels. His head exploded.
The sound of the shot still rang deafeningly in the air as his dead body slid down the wall.
The other kidnapper took a step towards his partner before three shots from the semi-automatic weapon cut him down. He crashed to his knees, tumbled sideways, dead before he hit the floor.
A fine mist of red seemed to hang in the air for a moment and then a tall man stepped through it, lowering the gun that he was holding in a two-handed grip.
He looked down at the girl with desperately sad, apologetic eyes.
Youre safe now, Hannah, said Jack Morgan.
Chapter 2
Seven years later. Somewhere over the Atlantic.
MY NAME IS Dan Carter. I run the London office of Private International.
At that moment I was sitting in first class on my way to New York to meet with my boss. Im ex-military ex-Royal Military Police, to be specific. Late thirties. Shade over six foot, dirty blond hair, blue eyes; 185 pounds in weight. I can run the mile in under five minutes and bench-press 240. I could build up to more but I like the way my suits fit me just fine. In my line of work its not all about brute strength. I dont scare easily.
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