She’d told me more than I’d asked her, as
killers often do when the shoe’s on the other foot. I’d left her hands free and
I felt her move. She brought out a short knife that gleamed in the overhead
strip light, probably from a back pocket, and I reacted automatically with an
uppercut to her jaw that knocked her cold. All right, that’s no way to treat a
lady, but ladies in this profession can be trained killers and it’s easy to
find that out too late.
Barawi and Ursula were locked in each
other’s gaze. This wouldn't change, until they were removed by the police or an
undertaker. They had been positioned so carefully, so naturally, that they
could have been borrowed from Tussaud’s. Each body had been shot with
precision, the exact centre of the forehead, and from past experience I knew
why - the killer saw himself not only as an executioner, but as an artist.
Their empty eyes showed no realisation that their last moments had come. There
hadn’t been time, even to scream.
Ray Caldwell is sent to the Caribbean
island of St Lucia by the secret government department known as Sector Three, to
take on a new mission that is about to break. Shortly after his arrival a
violent attempt is made on his life, and he goes into hiding. Munro, his London
Control, commits suicide after his family is murdered.
Sector agent Robert Lane reluctantly flies
out to find Caldwell, but anyone who might have information is quickly
eliminated.
When the opposition turns its attention to
Lane, he discovers that a shadowy figure called 'Seraphim' is intent on
destroying him and Caldwell for reasons as yet unknown.
Lane gets dangerously close, and bullets
start flying .
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Plain-Face-Truth-Arthur-Hall/dp/1500404292/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1493713348&sr=1-1&keywords=the+plain+face+of+truth
Barawi and Ursula were locked in each
other’s gaze. This wouldn't change, until they were removed by the police or an
undertaker. They had been positioned so carefully, so naturally, that they
could have been borrowed from Tussaud’s. Each body had been shot with
precision, the exact centre of the forehead, and from past experience I knew
why - the killer saw himself not only as an executioner, but as an artist.
Their empty eyes showed no realisation that their last moments had come. There
hadn’t been time, even to scream.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Plain-Face-Truth-Arthur-Hall/dp/1500404292/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1493713348&sr=1-1&keywords=the+plain+face+of+truth
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