Dead Centre (Nick Stone, Book 14)

By Andy McNab

The new Nick Stone mystery from the bestselling writer of Bravo Zero.
 
January 2005: Nick Stone is in tsunami hit Banda Aceh on a task to retrieve incriminating proof of an oil deal. whilst looters arrive a struggle breaks out and a guy, Mong, is killed. Nick makes a promise to his lifeless good friend to guard his widow, Tracey.
 
March 2011: Nick is in Moscow filling his days at a personal gun variety whilst he's lifted via heavies and brought to fulfill an oligarch. The oligarch wishes 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 undertaking to resolve this advanced and explosive plot. He ultimately tracks down Tracey and her son and leads a rescue undertaking, all weapons blazing, purely to discover that Tracey is lifeless and the boy is missing.
 
There's just one guy the boy will be with, and one position, which basically Nick knows... Nick is going after him, and he has vengeance to wreak.

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I piled go into reverse in the direction of the Black Hawk monument and up the music in the back of it, in the direction of the little shack at the excessive flooring. The solar was once low, casting particularly lengthy shadows. part an hour max until eventually final gentle. I slowed as I neared the pinnacle of the mound. Fuck the opposite technical. It was once too complex with those men out in their skulls. I had one car: let’s get on with it. i began to crest the mound. i needed to work out simply enough of the floor less than us for the 12. 7 to have muzzle clearance with not anything else uncovered.

I informed her I’d settle the personal loan so a minimum of she had protection. If she desired to promote the home, she may perhaps do what the fuck she sought after with the proceeds. She wrote again. She used to be relatively satisfied to have an tackle for me ultimately, and instructed me thank you, yet no thank you. Her mum had died six months past and she’d eventually taken my suggestion and obtained a task as a nanny within the South of France. She’d met a guy. A Ukrainian man known as Frank. It didn’t strike me because the most typical identify for a Ukrainian, yet that was once irrelevant.

That they had to exploit the wooden from their very own structures to maintain the fires burning. We zigzagged via a random number of sofas strewn around the street. The tsunami had wiped entire fishing villages off the map. huge metal vessels and flimsy wood skiffs alike have been picked up by way of the wave and flung down back a long way inland. twin-engine Cessnas have been flattened opposed to a wall, nostril cones pointing skywards. tremendous Xs have been spray-painted on vehicles and constructions to teach there have been our bodies inside of. There hadn’t been time to maneuver them.

If it hadn’t been for the headphones i used to be donning, I wouldn’t were capable of pay attention a observe of Joe’s rant. The Indian Ocean was once six thousand toes lower than us. We had one other twenty mins of it at one hundred twenty five knots earlier than we hit Mogadishu. We’d been following the surf line of the Somali coast north. the rustic used to be just a little smaller than Texas, however it had greater than 3 thousand kilometres of coast, concerning the comparable because the complete japanese seaboard of the us. lots of house during which to park hijacked transport, and there has been adequate of it lower than.

We have been all at the bridge, at the ground. They stood over us, shouting and chewing. after which they made me steer a brand new path west. ‘Maybe part an hour later, we observed their mother-ship, an outdated fishing trawler with one other skiffs tied up along it. They have been countless numbers of kilometres from domestic. ’ there has been a notice of profound unhappiness in his voice. ‘They took us off the Maria Feodorovna. They put us within the soft and simply left us. They took my send. ’ He eventually broke down. ‘They took Stefan and his mom …’ The younger one sparked up.

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