ISBN: 9780727889423
Editorial: Severn House
Autor: Flint, Shamini
Año de edición: 2019
N° Paginas: 256
Tipo de pasta: Pasta dura
Descripción: About the AuthorShamini Flint was born and brought up in Malaysia. Having studied law at Cambridge University, she travelled extensively throughout Asia for her work as a corporate lawyer, before giving it up to become a writer, part-time lecturer and environmental activist. Shamini now lives in Singapore with her husband and two children. She is the author of the highly acclaimed Inspector Singh mystery series.One man is caught up in a lethal global conspiracy in this explosive spy thriller.“I need your support. There is no one else I can trust. Please help her. Please help our daughter.”When ex-Marine Jack Ford receives a letter containing news of a daughter he never knew he had, he feels compelled to return to China, a country he hasn’t visited since 1989 when, as a young American spy, he fell in love with a beautiful student activist and found himself caught up in the horrors of the Tiananmen Square massacre. But why has Xia got in touch now, after a thirty-year silence?On arrival in Beijing, Jack finds himself accidentally in possession of an explosive piece of information both the Chinese and American governments are desperate to get their hands on. Alone in a strange city, suspected of being a traitor by his own side, not knowing whom to trust, Jack is faced with an impossible dilemma: should he save his new-found daughter or prevent a new world war from breaking out?Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.The Beijing ConspiracyBy Shamini Flint Severn House Publishers LimitedCopyright © 2019 Shamini FlintAll rights reserved.ISBN: 978-0-7278-8942-3CHAPTER 1Jack Ford woke up and flinched as the shafts of morning light stabbed right through his pupils. He felt like that old Greek guy – what was his name? – who'd put out both his eyes because he didn't want to witness the consequences of his own deeds.'Oedipus,' he muttered, rolling his legs off the sofa. He propped himself up with an elbow until he was half way sitting up. 'Oedipus Rex.'He shut his eyes against the glare and found himself back in the desert; Afghan red dust clogging his nostrils, the sun so bright it was like a weapon in the hands of the Taliban. He remembered young Private Whiteside sitting next to him in the armoured personnel carrier, hands clasped together, praying for deliverance from IEDs. Events after that were tattooed into his brain.The explosion.Being flung from the vehicle.Complete silence. Blood trickling from his ears.Screaming for help.Puffs of dust from incoming fire.Holding Whiteside down and tying tourniquets to stop the blood.Jack took deep slow breaths until the visions receded and he was back in the present. He looked around and established that he was in his tiny Brooklyn apartment, in his own clothes, surrounded by empty bottles from the previous evening. What had he been trying to forget?The letter.The letter was still there, on the cigarette-scarred coffee table, tugging at the corner of his vision, like a migraine or a memory or a sniper's scope catching the light.He reached for the nearest bottle, tipped it back, gulped and then spat the mouthful all over the front of his shirt. Shit tasted weird. He held the bottle up to the light, squinting and grimacing. Ashes. Ashes. He'd used the bottle as an ashtray. Way to go, war hero.Jack wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then rubbed his eyes with his palms. As recently as the previous afternoon he'd intended, he'd absolutely intended, to get on with the rest of his life as best he could, to look at the past only when he had no choice and then only through the bottom of a shot glass.Until the letter.It arrived in the post – which in itself was a surprise. When was the last time he'd received any mail other than an advert for real estate or a flyer for fast food? Usually, Jack gathered up the mail and chucked it in the trash. Anything that wasn't junk was likely to be a bill – he got around to paying those
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