If you haven't already read Dangerous Cargo, the second in the Art Marvik mystery series, then this might tempt you. Below is an extract of that all important first page but before that the blurb on the back of the cover. Hope it intrigues and tantalizes you.
'A pulse-pounding adventure, delivering more than enough action to keep adrenaline junkies reading.' Booklist
In his second mission for the National Intelligence Marine Squad, former commando Art Marvik finds himself on the trail of a 50-year-old mystery. As he begins to uncover a trail of deceit, corruption and murder that spans over half a century, Marvik must confront a ruthless killer who will stop at nothing to make sure that the sins of the past stay in the past.
Dangerous Cargo is available in paperback, e book, on Amazon Kindle and as an audio book.
Dangerous Cargo
Chapter One
Friday
Marvik surveyed the road in the drizzling dusk of the chill March evening. There were two cars parked in front of the bank of trees and shrubs that rose to his left. Nobody was sitting in them and there was no traffic on the narrow road leading up from the small Dorset coastal town of Swanage towards the lifeboat station. No signs of life either in the houses on his right but as he turned and made for the lifeboat station he caught the deep throb of a motorbike in the distance. It gradually faded. Nothing wrong in that except a motorbike had passed him twice as he’d walked through the town. The registration number had been obscured by mud and even though Marvik hadn’t been able to see the rider’s face because of the tinted visor he knew it was the same motorbike by the rider’s clothes and his build; it was also the same make, a powerful Honda. Maybe the rider was just cruising. Maybe he was looking for somewhere. Or maybe he was looking for someone. Him.
He turned on to the tarmacked track by the lifeboat station and made towards the shallow shore where his tender lay. His thoughts slipped back to the great echoing church on the eastern outskirts of the town where he had that day attended the funeral of a man he didn’t know. There had been only five mourners and a clearly embarrassed vicar who’d had to relay the life of Bradley Pulford to his remaining relatives, except there was no life to relay. Pulford had appeared in Swanage in July 1989 and had vanished from it in January 1991, or rather that was when he had been reported missing. During that time he’d worked as a fisherman on Matthew and Adam Killbeck’s boat, had got involved with Matthew’s niece, Stacey, and had left behind a son, Jensen.
Nothing was known about Bradley Pulford before 1989 or after 1991, or rather the Bradley Pulford who had been cremated that afternoon because, according to Detective Chief Superintendent Philip Crowder of the National Intelligence Marine Squad, Bradley Pulford had died in 1959. So why had someone taken his identity? It was a question that Marvik and his former marine colleague, Shaun Strathen, had been detailed to find the answers to.
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