Scott Mariani 2-book Collection: Star of Africa, The Devil’s Kingdom
Scott Mariani 2-book Collection: Star of Africa, The Devil’s Kingdom
Scott Mariani
Has Ben Hope finally met his match?The master bestseller returns with this explosive two-part sequence.*An explosive two-part series featuring Ben Hope - this is his most exciting adventure yet*STAR OF AFRICAWhere ex-SAS major Ben Hope goes, trouble always follows…Ben Hope is trained to identify danger. So when he finds out that someone very important to him is working on a US container ship in the treacherous seas off the East African coast, he fears the worst.Within days the ship is hijacked by pirates. Taking matters into his own hands, Ben embarks upon the most daring rescue mission of his career … because this is no ordinary hostage situation.There is something on board the ship that’s more precious than life itself – and a bloodthirsty tyrant will kill to possess it.As events spiral out of control, Ben Hope’s skill and resourcefulness will be tested like never before. Ben would die to protect those close to him, but in a hostile environment, against ruthless warriors, even the ultimate sacrifice might not be enough…THE DEVIL’S KINGDOMHeld hostage by a despicable tyrant in the heart of Africa, it’s not looking good for Ben Hope.General Khosa’s lust for blood is matched only by his lust for power – and he wants to use Ben’s superior military skills to turn his rabble of inexperienced boys into an army of lethal soldiers.If Ben refuses, Khosa will kill the person he loves most. If he cooperates, he’ll bring more death and devastation to the world’s most violent, war-torn nation.Either way, Ben will have blood on his hands – unless he can defeat Khosa. It seems an impossible task. But for Ben Hope, anything is possible…
SCOTT MARIANI
Star of Africa and The Devil’s Kingdom
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Published by Avon
An imprint of HarperCollins Publishers Ltd
1 London Bridge Street
London SE1 9GF
www.harpercollins.co.uk (http://www.harpercollins.co.uk)
This ebook bind-up edition first published in Great Britain by HarperCollins 2016
Star of Africa first published in Great Britain by HarperCollins 2016
The Devil’s Kingdom first published in Great Britain by HarperCollins 2016
Copyright © Scott Mariani 2016
Scott Mariani 2-Book Collection cover design © Javier Jensen 2016
Star of Africa cover design © Henry Steadman 2016
The Devil’s Kingdom cover design © Henry Steadman 2016
Scott Mariani asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of these works.
A catalogue copy of each of these books is available from the British Library.
These novels are entirely works of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in them are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.
Source ISBNs: 9780007486397; 9780007486403
Ebook Edition © December 2016 ISBN: 9780008236311
Version: 2016-11-17
Contents
Cover (#u43463c76-1f1f-5f26-b20b-afaf5de30c86)
Title Page (#u51497637-a66d-5201-8dbe-cb32ea7811b4)
Copyright
Star of Africa (#u05abc1b2-622a-5dc3-acfc-aac25787a53f)
The Devil’s Kingdom (#u1922cdce-b503-59c1-bb2a-563ddc3911cb)
About the Author
By the Same Author
About the Publisher
SCOTT MARIANI
Star of Africa
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‘Scott Mariani’s latest page-turning rollercoaster of a thriller takes the sort of conspiracy theory that made Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code an international hit, and gives it an injection of steroids … [Mariani] is a master of edge-of-the-seat suspense. A genuinely gripping thriller that holds the attention of its readers from the first page to the last’
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Contents
Title Page (#u05abc1b2-622a-5dc3-acfc-aac25787a53f)
Join the Army of Fans Who Love Scott Mariani’s Ben Hope Series … (#u40d18ec4-04e0-5c86-a0c0-7eb85d3326ab)
Prologue (#u104bd277-456c-51e0-bf63-5129c2c3ef95)
Chapter 1 (#uda3cf122-bd2b-55ca-8c3c-068ac19a76d4)
Chapter 2 (#uf9e2db45-c439-541a-bd4c-6b5448de21ae)
Chapter 3 (#u78bfbb91-c0b4-570e-bbaf-7f97e998e107)
Chapter 4 (#u61c30441-2ba6-514c-8654-128d2ae9763f)
Chapter 5 (#u96dc48de-95e1-5551-8200-53a12c94797a)
Chapter 6 (#u1f3afcef-b028-5b67-969b-85ea5f3c8856)
Chapter 7 (#ucdfa1ebf-21c2-5d29-b63a-c0ba41cac6c4)
Chapter 8 (#uf85397a9-a84e-5c26-922c-23154049ae9a)
Chapter 9 (#u78da381c-013d-527b-b5c3-09db5cc40cee)
Chapter 10 (#u29da83e7-c597-5f90-8673-b6de4aab663d)
Chapter 11 (#u99d37201-52e9-5092-af22-97cf31fbbb5e)
Chapter 12 (#u094d86a1-1f27-5459-b566-043e59e4349a)
Chapter 13 (#u4d0f0649-3428-5df9-8da0-797858a54f32)
Chapter 14 (#ufa88f8c7-0c3a-5e25-9716-a4d8b9306216)
Chapter 15 (#u5ccc6b3d-d7f3-5d86-a148-60515e926581)
Chapter 16 (#u290b54d5-2889-57a6-9ac1-b223908aa805)
Chapter 17 (#u529bd4f5-9884-52c2-a28f-7f4acd504355)
Chapter 18 (#u16b356ff-4b0c-5b00-a472-ad21fee8dc96)
Chapter 19 (#u14758769-999c-5ce7-a331-70e4ff35923c)
Chapter 20 (#ubfd40862-f6d3-5276-ad0c-6e94a1328b35)
Chapter 21 (#u33bc9c04-3194-5853-9ec2-6400f063f59f)
Chapter 22 (#ua45b091b-b446-522b-b1cb-70c7253c37ee)
Chapter 23 (#ueafd8d71-16a9-5749-a171-2fd6404e4fe2)
Chapter 24 (#uf24a111d-386e-5d1d-b25e-ce40e51ea64f)
Chapter 25 (#ufda7c0d6-18fc-58d4-b886-bd11c8bfe275)
Chapter 26 (#u5048f039-ee78-5e19-8fbb-3f9d901103cc)
Chapter 27 (#u63efa7a1-055b-58da-8357-04f6de70120d)
Chapter 28 (#uefa114d8-5744-58dd-811b-c08c2e32cfd7)
Chapter 29 (#uba24cef5-810e-544d-ba1b-a31b00ee3c0c)
Chapter 30 (#u68f5df5c-ba30-5a15-9b06-01a0f6436976)
Chapter 31 (#u995102f6-9d23-50d3-8cff-2aca249be392)
Chapter 32 (#u7eb5d921-c396-57d1-bd3b-739d72b09855)
Chapter 33 (#u854c6829-a9a4-5914-8427-75d7cd3e2e20)
Chapter 34 (#u998648a8-36db-50ed-9d63-758e17b02d22)
Chapter 35 (#ue76563e5-0c57-5260-a634-4ec91086e313)
Chapter 36 (#u28b72f1b-29fe-55e6-8c0b-7a7db61322f1)
Chapter 37 (#uf8772c48-3d66-5284-8fa7-a3c091334989)
Chapter 38 (#u1f39865c-6615-57b5-bc58-38483e41802c)
Chapter 39 (#u5296fdec-9dab-5349-b23a-1697010eac8a)
Chapter 40 (#u16173e59-b2cd-58a8-9ae2-ab04f455dc3b)
Chapter 41 (#ua212d7c0-80a8-5143-a1af-bd2074899124)
Chapter 42 (#ufc73e708-1003-576d-875d-c678615e8071)
Chapter 43 (#ufcf85e38-b786-5026-aa3f-6fa51e204e5f)
Chapter 44 (#u52f2e216-71b5-52f7-8d0c-ad114042e7a7)
Chapter 45 (#ua24ec541-75ec-5e20-be94-cb28ab1c31f7)
Chapter 46 (#uc2ea713a-4b47-538d-9d7e-211e83b2e26c)
Chapter 47 (#u67faa1c4-c61c-5864-9b7c-490173a7ecc7)
Chapter 48 (#u61d3853d-0408-556c-8eda-27480b5ce777)
Chapter 49 (#uf957cf28-f2d4-5dd0-9c51-fdf5bbf6c6ef)
Chapter 50 (#u69555347-905d-5936-96e8-824cd7962915)
Chapter 51 (#ub5db2704-2277-5451-a274-6ac71789d92b)
Chapter 52 (#u0d67c6b9-3f36-5257-a49a-2d194f3fc5a7)
Chapter 53 (#u10330b67-d1ea-500c-a9de-9d79a837bd89)
Chapter 54 (#uac32b10d-2779-51cd-b2ff-7c8ebc6b5bac)
Chapter 55 (#ube011ae9-76f9-5a10-9f7b-c42a9da65e71)
Chapter 56 (#ubfbf7f12-066d-5504-8628-624a0bb72229)
Chapter 57 (#u26d05700-4407-59e1-b847-f63ec924850c)
Chapter 58 (#ud4dd3407-6b28-52eb-8fd8-3d161ef15129)
Chapter 59 (#u681b6ac8-17f6-5ddc-a4a3-23d5f67c2e54)
Chapter 60 (#udc09a6bc-2c9c-59ad-87bc-03863a05aa76)
Chapter 61 (#uc27ffda6-59e3-5277-ae2d-57f394a4ec7a)
Chapter 62 (#u8484b2ed-f878-5309-838e-e3177604ecf3)
The Devil’s Kingdom (#u1922cdce-b503-59c1-bb2a-563ddc3911cb)
Prologue (#u995bc063-7ed8-573e-9c8d-d5632776326d)
Salalah, Oman
Hussein Al Bu Said stood at one of the tall, broad living room windows of his palatial residence and gazed out towards the sea front. The sunset was a mosaic of reds and purples and golds, cloaking its rich colours over the extended lawns and terraces of his property, reflecting gently off the surface of the pool behind the house, silhouetting the palm trees against the horizon. Beyond the landscaped gardens he could see the private marina where his yacht was moored, its sleek whiteness touched by the crimson of the setting sun.
Ice clinked in his crystal glass as he sipped from it. Pineapple juice, freshly pressed that day. Hussein was a loyal and devout Muslim who had never touched alcohol in his forty-four years. In other ways, he knew, he had not always proved himself to be such a virtuous man. But he tried. God knew he tried. Insha’Allah, he would always do the best thing for his family.
He smiled to himself as he listened to the sounds of his children playing in another room. Chakir had just turned twelve, his little sister Salma excitedly looking forward to her eighth birthday. He loved nothing more than to hear their happy voices echoing through the big house. They were his life, and he gave them everything that he had been blessed with.
‘You look as if you’re very deep in thought,’ said another voice behind him. Hussein turned to see his wife Najila’s smiling face.
‘And you look very beautiful, my love,’ Hussein said as she came to join him at the window. Najila was wearing a long white dress and her black hair was loose around her shoulders. She put her arms around his neck, and they spent a few moments watching the darkening colours wash over the ocean.
Nobody had to tell Najila she was beautiful. She was his treasure, soulmate, best friend. Hussein was a dozen years older, but he kept in good shape for her and was still as lean and fit as the day he’d spotted her and decided she was the one to share his life with. They’d been married just weeks later. Hussein was also about twice as wealthy as he’d been then, even though he’d already been high up in Oman’s top twenty. Their home was filled with the exquisite things he loved to collect, but Najila was by far the most wonderful and precious.
Hussein set down his glass and held her tight. He kissed her. She laughed and squirmed gently out of his arms. ‘Not in the window,’ she said, glancing through the ten-foot pane in the direction of the cluster of buildings that were the staff residence where the security team lived. ‘The men will be watching us.’
‘I gave them the night off, remember?’ Hussein said. ‘It’s Jermar’s birthday. The three of them went into town to celebrate.’
‘You’re too nice to them. What’s the point of having security men if you let them go off partying all the time?’
Hussein smiled. ‘All the more privacy for us.’ He drew her in and kissed her again.
With typical timing, their embrace was interrupted by the twelve-year-old whirlwind that was Chakir blowing into the room, his sister tagging along in his wake. Chakir was clutching the handset for the remote controlled Ferrari, his favourite of the many toys he’d had as recent birthday presents. ‘When can I get a real one, like yours?’ he was always asking, to which his father always patiently replied, ‘One day, Chakir, one day.’
‘Please may we watch TV?’ Chakir said.
Hussein knew Chakir was angling to see the latest Batman film on the Movie Channel. ‘It’s nearly time for dinner,’ he replied. ‘You can maybe watch it later, after your sister has gone to bed.’
Chakir looked disappointed. Salma pulled a face, too, and it was obvious that her brother had got her all worked up about seeing the movie.
Najila bent down and clasped both her daughter’s hands. ‘Why don’t you go and look at that nice picture book your father bought you?’
‘I can’t find it,’ Salma said. She had the same beautiful big dark eyes as her mother, and the same irresistible smile – when she wasn’t pouting about not being allowed to watch TV.
Najila stroked her little heart-shaped face and was about to reply when a loud noise startled them all. It had come from inside the house.
Najila turned to Hussein with a frown. ‘What was that?’
Hussein shook his head. ‘I don’t know.’
‘Did something fall over?’
Hussein thought that maybe a picture or a mirror had dropped off the wall in one of the house’s many other rooms. He didn’t understand how that could happen. He started towards the living room door that opened through to the long passage leading the whole length of the house to the grand marble-floored entrance hall.
Then he stopped. And froze.
The door burst open. Three men he’d never seen before walked into the room. Europeans, from the look of them, or Americans. What was happening?
Najila let out a gasp. Her children ran to her, wide-eyed with sudden fear. She wrapped her arms protectively around them. Little Salma buried her face in her mother’s side.
Without a word, the three intruders walked deeper into the living room. Hussein stepped forward to place himself squarely between them and his family. ‘Who are you?’ he challenged them furiously, in English. ‘What are you doing in our home? Get out, before I call the police. You hear me?’
The oldest of the three men was the one in the middle, solid, muscular, not tall, in crisp jeans and a US-Air-Force-style jacket over a dark T-shirt. His hair was cut very short, and greying. Probably prematurely. He probably wasn’t much older than Hussein, but he had a lot of mileage on him. His features were rough and pockmarked and his nose had been broken more than once in the past. A very tough, very collected individual. He was giving Hussein a dead-eyed stare, unimpressed by all the angry bluster. He reached inside the jacket and his hand came out with a gun. The men either side of him did the same thing.
Najila screamed and hugged her terrified children close to her. Hussein stared at the guns.
‘Now, Mister Al Bu Said, this doesn’t have to be hard,’ said the greying-haired man. ‘So let’s take it easy and do it right, and we’ll be out of here before you know it.’ He had an American accent. He was very clearly the boss out of the three.
‘I … What do you want?’ Hussein stammered.
‘I want item 227586,’ the man said calmly.
Hussein’s mind wheeled and whirled. How could these men even know about that? Then his eyes narrowed as it hit him. Fiedelholz and Goldstein. This was an inside job. Had to be. He should never have trusted those dirty Swiss dogs with his business. Now that he’d changed his mind about selling, the bastards were betraying him. It was unbelievable.
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’
The man sighed. ‘Sure you don’t. Oh well, I guess some people have to be difficult.’ And he shot Hussein in the left leg, just above the knee.
The blast of the pistol shot sounded like a bomb exploding. Najila screamed again as she watched her husband fall writhing to the floor, clutching his leg. Blood pumped from the wound onto the white wool carpet.
The other two men stepped over Hussein. One of them put a pistol to Najila’s head and the other grabbed hold of twelve-year-old Chakir and ripped him away from his mother. The boy kicked and struggled in the man’s grip, until a gun muzzle pressed hard against his cheek and he went rigid with terror.
‘Now, like I said,’ the older man went on casually, gazing down at the injured and bleeding Hussein, ‘this doesn’t have to be any harder than it needs to be. You got a safe, right? Course you do. Then I guess that’s where you’d be keeping it, huh?’ He reached down and grasped Hussein by the hair. ‘On your feet, Twinkletoes. Lead the way.’
‘Take what you want,’ Hussein gasped through clenched teeth as he struggled to his feet. The agony of his shattered leg had him in a cold sweat and his heart felt as if it was going to explode. ‘But please don’t hurt my family.’
‘The safe,’ the man said.
‘Tell this bitch to quit howling,’ said the one with the gun to Najila’s head. ‘Or I’m going to put one in her eye.’
Hussein looked at his wife. ‘It’s going to be all right,’ he assured her. ‘Just do as they say.’ Najila’s cries fell to a whimper. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, and clutched her trembling daughter even more tightly to her.
Hussein limped and staggered across the room, leaving a thick blood trail over the carpet. The safe was concealed behind a $250,000 copy of a Jacques-Louis David oil painting on the living room wall, The Death of Socrates. It was a big wall, and it was a big painting, and it was a big safe too. Sweat was pouring into Hussein’s eyes and he thought he was going to faint from the pain, but he managed to press the hidden catch that allowed the gilt frame to hinge away from the wall, revealing the steel door and digital keypad panel behind it. With a bloody finger he stabbed out the twelve-digit code and pressed ENTER, and the locks popped with a click. He swung the safe door open.
‘Please,’ he implored the leader of the three men. ‘Take what’s in there and leave us alone.’
‘Oh, I’m going to take it, all right. Out of the way.’ The grey-haired man shoved Hussein aside and Hussein fell back to the floor with a cry of pain as the man started searching the shelves of the safe. Stacks of cash and gold watches, business documents and contracts, he wasn’t interested in. Just the one item he was being paid to obtain.
He found it inside a leather-covered, velvet-lined box on the upper shelf. When he flipped the lid of the box and saw what was inside, his dead-eyed expression became one of amazement. You had to see it to believe it.
‘Bingo,’ he said. He took it out and weighed it in his hand for a second, keeping his back to the other two men so they couldn’t see what he was holding. He slipped it into the leather pouch he’d brought with him, then slipped the pouch into his pocket. It would be transferred to the locked briefcase later that night, before they got the hell out of Oman, never to return.
‘Now you have it, go,’ Hussein gasped. The agony was burning him up. He was losing blood so fast that he felt dizzy. The bullet must have clipped the artery. The white carpet all around where he lay was turning bright red.
The man stood over him, the gun dangling loose from his right hand. ‘Pleasure doing business with you, Mister Al Bu Said. We’ll be out of here in just a moment. One thing, before we go. I need to ask – you wouldn’t even dream of calling the cops and telling them all about this, now would you?’
‘No! Never! Please! Just go! I promise, no police.’
The man nodded to himself, and a thin little smile creased his lips. ‘Guess what? I don’t believe you.’
The gunshot drowned Najila’s scream of horror. Hussein Al Bu Said’s head dropped lifelessly to the blood-soaked floor with a bullet hole in the centre of his forehead.
Then the living room of the palatial family home resonated to another gunshot. Then two more. Then silence.
The men left the bodies where they lay, and made their exit into the falling night.
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Scott Mariani
Has Ben Hope finally met his match?The master bestseller returns with this explosive two-part sequence.*An explosive two-part series featuring Ben Hope - this is his most exciting adventure yet*STAR OF AFRICAWhere ex-SAS major Ben Hope goes, trouble always follows…Ben Hope is trained to identify danger. So when he finds out that someone very important to him is working on a US container ship in the treacherous seas off the East African coast, he fears the worst.Within days the ship is hijacked by pirates. Taking matters into his own hands, Ben embarks upon the most daring rescue mission of his career … because this is no ordinary hostage situation.There is something on board the ship that’s more precious than life itself – and a bloodthirsty tyrant will kill to possess it.As events spiral out of control, Ben Hope’s skill and resourcefulness will be tested like never before. Ben would die to protect those close to him, but in a hostile environment, against ruthless warriors, even the ultimate sacrifice might not be enough…THE DEVIL’S KINGDOMHeld hostage by a despicable tyrant in the heart of Africa, it’s not looking good for Ben Hope.General Khosa’s lust for blood is matched only by his lust for power – and he wants to use Ben’s superior military skills to turn his rabble of inexperienced boys into an army of lethal soldiers.If Ben refuses, Khosa will kill the person he loves most. If he cooperates, he’ll bring more death and devastation to the world’s most violent, war-torn nation.Either way, Ben will have blood on his hands – unless he can defeat Khosa. It seems an impossible task. But for Ben Hope, anything is possible…
SCOTT MARIANI
Star of Africa and The Devil’s Kingdom
Copyright (#ua47a2adc-6542-51ca-93d2-eef89e21f08e)
Published by Avon
An imprint of HarperCollins Publishers Ltd
1 London Bridge Street
London SE1 9GF
www.harpercollins.co.uk (http://www.harpercollins.co.uk)
This ebook bind-up edition first published in Great Britain by HarperCollins 2016
Star of Africa first published in Great Britain by HarperCollins 2016
The Devil’s Kingdom first published in Great Britain by HarperCollins 2016
Copyright © Scott Mariani 2016
Scott Mariani 2-Book Collection cover design © Javier Jensen 2016
Star of Africa cover design © Henry Steadman 2016
The Devil’s Kingdom cover design © Henry Steadman 2016
Scott Mariani asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of these works.
A catalogue copy of each of these books is available from the British Library.
These novels are entirely works of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in them are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.
Source ISBNs: 9780007486397; 9780007486403
Ebook Edition © December 2016 ISBN: 9780008236311
Version: 2016-11-17
Contents
Cover (#u43463c76-1f1f-5f26-b20b-afaf5de30c86)
Title Page (#u51497637-a66d-5201-8dbe-cb32ea7811b4)
Copyright
Star of Africa (#u05abc1b2-622a-5dc3-acfc-aac25787a53f)
The Devil’s Kingdom (#u1922cdce-b503-59c1-bb2a-563ddc3911cb)
About the Author
By the Same Author
About the Publisher
SCOTT MARIANI
Star of Africa
Join the army of fans who LOVE Scott Mariani’s Ben Hope series … (#ulink_0f24f252-1d64-5ded-a07a-d4714ad39838)
‘Deadly conspiracies, bone-crunching action and a tormented hero with a heart … Scott Mariani packs a real punch’
Andy McDermott,bestselling author of The Revelation Code
‘Slick, serpentine, sharp, and very very entertaining. If you’ve got a pulse, you’ll love Scott Mariani; if you haven’t, then maybe you crossed Ben Hope’
Simon Toyne, bestselling author of the Sanctus series
‘Scott Mariani’s latest page-turning rollercoaster of a thriller takes the sort of conspiracy theory that made Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code an international hit, and gives it an injection of steroids … [Mariani] is a master of edge-of-the-seat suspense. A genuinely gripping thriller that holds the attention of its readers from the first page to the last’
Shots Magazine
‘You know you are rooting for the guy when he does something so cool you do a mental fist punch in the air and have to bite the inside of your mouth not to shout out ‘YES!’ in case you get arrested on the train. Awesome thrilling stuff’
My Favourite Books
‘If you like Dan Brown you will like all of Scott Mariani’s work – but you will like it better. This guy knows exactly how to bait his hook, cast his line and reel you in, nice and slow. The heart-stopping pace and clever, cunning, joyfully serpentine tale will have you frantic to reach the end, but reluctant to finish such a blindingly good read’
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Contents
Title Page (#u05abc1b2-622a-5dc3-acfc-aac25787a53f)
Join the Army of Fans Who Love Scott Mariani’s Ben Hope Series … (#u40d18ec4-04e0-5c86-a0c0-7eb85d3326ab)
Prologue (#u104bd277-456c-51e0-bf63-5129c2c3ef95)
Chapter 1 (#uda3cf122-bd2b-55ca-8c3c-068ac19a76d4)
Chapter 2 (#uf9e2db45-c439-541a-bd4c-6b5448de21ae)
Chapter 3 (#u78bfbb91-c0b4-570e-bbaf-7f97e998e107)
Chapter 4 (#u61c30441-2ba6-514c-8654-128d2ae9763f)
Chapter 5 (#u96dc48de-95e1-5551-8200-53a12c94797a)
Chapter 6 (#u1f3afcef-b028-5b67-969b-85ea5f3c8856)
Chapter 7 (#ucdfa1ebf-21c2-5d29-b63a-c0ba41cac6c4)
Chapter 8 (#uf85397a9-a84e-5c26-922c-23154049ae9a)
Chapter 9 (#u78da381c-013d-527b-b5c3-09db5cc40cee)
Chapter 10 (#u29da83e7-c597-5f90-8673-b6de4aab663d)
Chapter 11 (#u99d37201-52e9-5092-af22-97cf31fbbb5e)
Chapter 12 (#u094d86a1-1f27-5459-b566-043e59e4349a)
Chapter 13 (#u4d0f0649-3428-5df9-8da0-797858a54f32)
Chapter 14 (#ufa88f8c7-0c3a-5e25-9716-a4d8b9306216)
Chapter 15 (#u5ccc6b3d-d7f3-5d86-a148-60515e926581)
Chapter 16 (#u290b54d5-2889-57a6-9ac1-b223908aa805)
Chapter 17 (#u529bd4f5-9884-52c2-a28f-7f4acd504355)
Chapter 18 (#u16b356ff-4b0c-5b00-a472-ad21fee8dc96)
Chapter 19 (#u14758769-999c-5ce7-a331-70e4ff35923c)
Chapter 20 (#ubfd40862-f6d3-5276-ad0c-6e94a1328b35)
Chapter 21 (#u33bc9c04-3194-5853-9ec2-6400f063f59f)
Chapter 22 (#ua45b091b-b446-522b-b1cb-70c7253c37ee)
Chapter 23 (#ueafd8d71-16a9-5749-a171-2fd6404e4fe2)
Chapter 24 (#uf24a111d-386e-5d1d-b25e-ce40e51ea64f)
Chapter 25 (#ufda7c0d6-18fc-58d4-b886-bd11c8bfe275)
Chapter 26 (#u5048f039-ee78-5e19-8fbb-3f9d901103cc)
Chapter 27 (#u63efa7a1-055b-58da-8357-04f6de70120d)
Chapter 28 (#uefa114d8-5744-58dd-811b-c08c2e32cfd7)
Chapter 29 (#uba24cef5-810e-544d-ba1b-a31b00ee3c0c)
Chapter 30 (#u68f5df5c-ba30-5a15-9b06-01a0f6436976)
Chapter 31 (#u995102f6-9d23-50d3-8cff-2aca249be392)
Chapter 32 (#u7eb5d921-c396-57d1-bd3b-739d72b09855)
Chapter 33 (#u854c6829-a9a4-5914-8427-75d7cd3e2e20)
Chapter 34 (#u998648a8-36db-50ed-9d63-758e17b02d22)
Chapter 35 (#ue76563e5-0c57-5260-a634-4ec91086e313)
Chapter 36 (#u28b72f1b-29fe-55e6-8c0b-7a7db61322f1)
Chapter 37 (#uf8772c48-3d66-5284-8fa7-a3c091334989)
Chapter 38 (#u1f39865c-6615-57b5-bc58-38483e41802c)
Chapter 39 (#u5296fdec-9dab-5349-b23a-1697010eac8a)
Chapter 40 (#u16173e59-b2cd-58a8-9ae2-ab04f455dc3b)
Chapter 41 (#ua212d7c0-80a8-5143-a1af-bd2074899124)
Chapter 42 (#ufc73e708-1003-576d-875d-c678615e8071)
Chapter 43 (#ufcf85e38-b786-5026-aa3f-6fa51e204e5f)
Chapter 44 (#u52f2e216-71b5-52f7-8d0c-ad114042e7a7)
Chapter 45 (#ua24ec541-75ec-5e20-be94-cb28ab1c31f7)
Chapter 46 (#uc2ea713a-4b47-538d-9d7e-211e83b2e26c)
Chapter 47 (#u67faa1c4-c61c-5864-9b7c-490173a7ecc7)
Chapter 48 (#u61d3853d-0408-556c-8eda-27480b5ce777)
Chapter 49 (#uf957cf28-f2d4-5dd0-9c51-fdf5bbf6c6ef)
Chapter 50 (#u69555347-905d-5936-96e8-824cd7962915)
Chapter 51 (#ub5db2704-2277-5451-a274-6ac71789d92b)
Chapter 52 (#u0d67c6b9-3f36-5257-a49a-2d194f3fc5a7)
Chapter 53 (#u10330b67-d1ea-500c-a9de-9d79a837bd89)
Chapter 54 (#uac32b10d-2779-51cd-b2ff-7c8ebc6b5bac)
Chapter 55 (#ube011ae9-76f9-5a10-9f7b-c42a9da65e71)
Chapter 56 (#ubfbf7f12-066d-5504-8628-624a0bb72229)
Chapter 57 (#u26d05700-4407-59e1-b847-f63ec924850c)
Chapter 58 (#ud4dd3407-6b28-52eb-8fd8-3d161ef15129)
Chapter 59 (#u681b6ac8-17f6-5ddc-a4a3-23d5f67c2e54)
Chapter 60 (#udc09a6bc-2c9c-59ad-87bc-03863a05aa76)
Chapter 61 (#uc27ffda6-59e3-5277-ae2d-57f394a4ec7a)
Chapter 62 (#u8484b2ed-f878-5309-838e-e3177604ecf3)
The Devil’s Kingdom (#u1922cdce-b503-59c1-bb2a-563ddc3911cb)
Prologue (#u995bc063-7ed8-573e-9c8d-d5632776326d)
Salalah, Oman
Hussein Al Bu Said stood at one of the tall, broad living room windows of his palatial residence and gazed out towards the sea front. The sunset was a mosaic of reds and purples and golds, cloaking its rich colours over the extended lawns and terraces of his property, reflecting gently off the surface of the pool behind the house, silhouetting the palm trees against the horizon. Beyond the landscaped gardens he could see the private marina where his yacht was moored, its sleek whiteness touched by the crimson of the setting sun.
Ice clinked in his crystal glass as he sipped from it. Pineapple juice, freshly pressed that day. Hussein was a loyal and devout Muslim who had never touched alcohol in his forty-four years. In other ways, he knew, he had not always proved himself to be such a virtuous man. But he tried. God knew he tried. Insha’Allah, he would always do the best thing for his family.
He smiled to himself as he listened to the sounds of his children playing in another room. Chakir had just turned twelve, his little sister Salma excitedly looking forward to her eighth birthday. He loved nothing more than to hear their happy voices echoing through the big house. They were his life, and he gave them everything that he had been blessed with.
‘You look as if you’re very deep in thought,’ said another voice behind him. Hussein turned to see his wife Najila’s smiling face.
‘And you look very beautiful, my love,’ Hussein said as she came to join him at the window. Najila was wearing a long white dress and her black hair was loose around her shoulders. She put her arms around his neck, and they spent a few moments watching the darkening colours wash over the ocean.
Nobody had to tell Najila she was beautiful. She was his treasure, soulmate, best friend. Hussein was a dozen years older, but he kept in good shape for her and was still as lean and fit as the day he’d spotted her and decided she was the one to share his life with. They’d been married just weeks later. Hussein was also about twice as wealthy as he’d been then, even though he’d already been high up in Oman’s top twenty. Their home was filled with the exquisite things he loved to collect, but Najila was by far the most wonderful and precious.
Hussein set down his glass and held her tight. He kissed her. She laughed and squirmed gently out of his arms. ‘Not in the window,’ she said, glancing through the ten-foot pane in the direction of the cluster of buildings that were the staff residence where the security team lived. ‘The men will be watching us.’
‘I gave them the night off, remember?’ Hussein said. ‘It’s Jermar’s birthday. The three of them went into town to celebrate.’
‘You’re too nice to them. What’s the point of having security men if you let them go off partying all the time?’
Hussein smiled. ‘All the more privacy for us.’ He drew her in and kissed her again.
With typical timing, their embrace was interrupted by the twelve-year-old whirlwind that was Chakir blowing into the room, his sister tagging along in his wake. Chakir was clutching the handset for the remote controlled Ferrari, his favourite of the many toys he’d had as recent birthday presents. ‘When can I get a real one, like yours?’ he was always asking, to which his father always patiently replied, ‘One day, Chakir, one day.’
‘Please may we watch TV?’ Chakir said.
Hussein knew Chakir was angling to see the latest Batman film on the Movie Channel. ‘It’s nearly time for dinner,’ he replied. ‘You can maybe watch it later, after your sister has gone to bed.’
Chakir looked disappointed. Salma pulled a face, too, and it was obvious that her brother had got her all worked up about seeing the movie.
Najila bent down and clasped both her daughter’s hands. ‘Why don’t you go and look at that nice picture book your father bought you?’
‘I can’t find it,’ Salma said. She had the same beautiful big dark eyes as her mother, and the same irresistible smile – when she wasn’t pouting about not being allowed to watch TV.
Najila stroked her little heart-shaped face and was about to reply when a loud noise startled them all. It had come from inside the house.
Najila turned to Hussein with a frown. ‘What was that?’
Hussein shook his head. ‘I don’t know.’
‘Did something fall over?’
Hussein thought that maybe a picture or a mirror had dropped off the wall in one of the house’s many other rooms. He didn’t understand how that could happen. He started towards the living room door that opened through to the long passage leading the whole length of the house to the grand marble-floored entrance hall.
Then he stopped. And froze.
The door burst open. Three men he’d never seen before walked into the room. Europeans, from the look of them, or Americans. What was happening?
Najila let out a gasp. Her children ran to her, wide-eyed with sudden fear. She wrapped her arms protectively around them. Little Salma buried her face in her mother’s side.
Without a word, the three intruders walked deeper into the living room. Hussein stepped forward to place himself squarely between them and his family. ‘Who are you?’ he challenged them furiously, in English. ‘What are you doing in our home? Get out, before I call the police. You hear me?’
The oldest of the three men was the one in the middle, solid, muscular, not tall, in crisp jeans and a US-Air-Force-style jacket over a dark T-shirt. His hair was cut very short, and greying. Probably prematurely. He probably wasn’t much older than Hussein, but he had a lot of mileage on him. His features were rough and pockmarked and his nose had been broken more than once in the past. A very tough, very collected individual. He was giving Hussein a dead-eyed stare, unimpressed by all the angry bluster. He reached inside the jacket and his hand came out with a gun. The men either side of him did the same thing.
Najila screamed and hugged her terrified children close to her. Hussein stared at the guns.
‘Now, Mister Al Bu Said, this doesn’t have to be hard,’ said the greying-haired man. ‘So let’s take it easy and do it right, and we’ll be out of here before you know it.’ He had an American accent. He was very clearly the boss out of the three.
‘I … What do you want?’ Hussein stammered.
‘I want item 227586,’ the man said calmly.
Hussein’s mind wheeled and whirled. How could these men even know about that? Then his eyes narrowed as it hit him. Fiedelholz and Goldstein. This was an inside job. Had to be. He should never have trusted those dirty Swiss dogs with his business. Now that he’d changed his mind about selling, the bastards were betraying him. It was unbelievable.
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’
The man sighed. ‘Sure you don’t. Oh well, I guess some people have to be difficult.’ And he shot Hussein in the left leg, just above the knee.
The blast of the pistol shot sounded like a bomb exploding. Najila screamed again as she watched her husband fall writhing to the floor, clutching his leg. Blood pumped from the wound onto the white wool carpet.
The other two men stepped over Hussein. One of them put a pistol to Najila’s head and the other grabbed hold of twelve-year-old Chakir and ripped him away from his mother. The boy kicked and struggled in the man’s grip, until a gun muzzle pressed hard against his cheek and he went rigid with terror.
‘Now, like I said,’ the older man went on casually, gazing down at the injured and bleeding Hussein, ‘this doesn’t have to be any harder than it needs to be. You got a safe, right? Course you do. Then I guess that’s where you’d be keeping it, huh?’ He reached down and grasped Hussein by the hair. ‘On your feet, Twinkletoes. Lead the way.’
‘Take what you want,’ Hussein gasped through clenched teeth as he struggled to his feet. The agony of his shattered leg had him in a cold sweat and his heart felt as if it was going to explode. ‘But please don’t hurt my family.’
‘The safe,’ the man said.
‘Tell this bitch to quit howling,’ said the one with the gun to Najila’s head. ‘Or I’m going to put one in her eye.’
Hussein looked at his wife. ‘It’s going to be all right,’ he assured her. ‘Just do as they say.’ Najila’s cries fell to a whimper. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, and clutched her trembling daughter even more tightly to her.
Hussein limped and staggered across the room, leaving a thick blood trail over the carpet. The safe was concealed behind a $250,000 copy of a Jacques-Louis David oil painting on the living room wall, The Death of Socrates. It was a big wall, and it was a big painting, and it was a big safe too. Sweat was pouring into Hussein’s eyes and he thought he was going to faint from the pain, but he managed to press the hidden catch that allowed the gilt frame to hinge away from the wall, revealing the steel door and digital keypad panel behind it. With a bloody finger he stabbed out the twelve-digit code and pressed ENTER, and the locks popped with a click. He swung the safe door open.
‘Please,’ he implored the leader of the three men. ‘Take what’s in there and leave us alone.’
‘Oh, I’m going to take it, all right. Out of the way.’ The grey-haired man shoved Hussein aside and Hussein fell back to the floor with a cry of pain as the man started searching the shelves of the safe. Stacks of cash and gold watches, business documents and contracts, he wasn’t interested in. Just the one item he was being paid to obtain.
He found it inside a leather-covered, velvet-lined box on the upper shelf. When he flipped the lid of the box and saw what was inside, his dead-eyed expression became one of amazement. You had to see it to believe it.
‘Bingo,’ he said. He took it out and weighed it in his hand for a second, keeping his back to the other two men so they couldn’t see what he was holding. He slipped it into the leather pouch he’d brought with him, then slipped the pouch into his pocket. It would be transferred to the locked briefcase later that night, before they got the hell out of Oman, never to return.
‘Now you have it, go,’ Hussein gasped. The agony was burning him up. He was losing blood so fast that he felt dizzy. The bullet must have clipped the artery. The white carpet all around where he lay was turning bright red.
The man stood over him, the gun dangling loose from his right hand. ‘Pleasure doing business with you, Mister Al Bu Said. We’ll be out of here in just a moment. One thing, before we go. I need to ask – you wouldn’t even dream of calling the cops and telling them all about this, now would you?’
‘No! Never! Please! Just go! I promise, no police.’
The man nodded to himself, and a thin little smile creased his lips. ‘Guess what? I don’t believe you.’
The gunshot drowned Najila’s scream of horror. Hussein Al Bu Said’s head dropped lifelessly to the blood-soaked floor with a bullet hole in the centre of his forehead.
Then the living room of the palatial family home resonated to another gunshot. Then two more. Then silence.
The men left the bodies where they lay, and made their exit into the falling night.
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