Assassin's Trap

by Shaftoe, D. C.

• ISBN13: 9781469700595
• ISBN10: 146970059X
• Format: Hardcover
• Copyright: 2012-01-20
• Publisher: Author Solutions

Summary

MI-5 agent John Brock is back in this explosive thriller that pits him against a ruthless enemy from the past. Using his cunning, expertise, and international contacts, Brock, head of counterterrorism for Great Britain's secret service, uncovers a trail of industrial espionage that leads from Beijing to Mumbai and, finally, to an international summit in Vancouver. But Brock's pursuit of the nations' enemies is disrupted by a threat to his own life-and his wife's. Stalked by danger, Brock is ruthlessly pursued across the globe by a band of assassins hired by an unknown adversary. Someone on his long list of enemies wants him dead; Brock seeks clues to his nemesis in India, Norway, and even South Korea. Brock risks everything to protect his beloved wife from the demons of his past. But when she falls victim to his enemy, will Brock be able to save her or will the assassin's trap end it all? From the dark streets of London to the backwater villages of South Korea, Assassin's Trap delivers a fast-paced, gripping story of one man's fight to protect the woman he loves.

Excerpts

Shards of glass scattered across John Brock's chest. Pain seared through his shoulder. Blast! He couldn't tell if his shoulder was broken or not. And he didn't take the time to check, because through the shattered window, someone was groping for his keys ... first a pry bar, now the hand that wielded it. While wrestling with the disembodied hand, John swung his aluminum travel mug up and over his throbbing shoulder, ecstatic that he'd taken his coffee to go. The mug hit with a solid smack, and John grinned in satisfaction at the grunt of pain that followed. Not pausing to weigh the options, John accelerated directly toward the gunman positioned in the building ahead, spoiling the shooter's aim, and then slammed on the brakes. A body hurtled past and onto the asphalt. Gotcha, you git! Reversing, John spun the car 180 degrees, grinding the protesting gearshift straight to second as the staccato of automatic gunfire obliterated the rear window.