It's February and Marvik is on his first mission in SILENT RUNNING - Read an extract - Page 1.
"A tense, terrifying thrill ride that twists and turns with dizzying speed, combined with a likable, smart, tough, but all too human hero, make this a cracking-good new series—action fans need Marvik on their radar." Booklist (USA)
Wednesday
Marvik knew they were cops.
In the gathering gloom of the late February day, from behind the sparse cover of winter foliage, he watched the two men peer through the grimy windows of the semi-derelict coastguard’s cottage on the cliff top of the Isle of Wight. The larger and older of them stood back and eyed up the crumbling, ivy-clad house, then with a wave of his hand he indicated for his colleague – a thinner, younger, balding man – to check out the rear. They were going to affect an entry. It was Marvik’s cue to leave.
Keeping low, swiftly and stealthily he ran southwards through the shrubs and into the dense cover of nearby woods. After a few yards he swung east and darted through the jagged undergrowth of countless landslides over the years until he was just above a sharp cliff edge before the rock and grass-strewn land sloped more gently to the narrow isolated sandy bay. Beyond, in the English Channel, he caught the pinpricks of lights on a ship sailing to France before turning and climbing expertly down the cliff. It was probably where Ashley Palmer was heading, or Spain, his escape route already planned, long before he and the cops had shown up here.
The daylight was fading fast but Marvik didn’t need it as he sprinted across the shale and sand to the powerful motor cruiser anchored in the shallow water. The wind had sprung up, bringing with it the taste of salt and a chill dampness. Leaping on board, he glanced up at the cliff edge. There was no one there.
Quickly, letting up the anchor, he pressed the starter. The engine gave a satisfying deep throb and sprang to life, sounding exceptionally loud. He thought it would be heard twenty-three miles across the other side of the island, which was where he was heading, never mind just beyond that cliff top. But still no one appeared. He throttled back and chugged slowly away, hoping that if either of the two cops heard the sound of a boat they’d think it was a night fisherman. He looked back. All was quiet.
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