Ethan Justice: Origins (Ethan Justice Books) (Volume 1)
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*** TOP RATED IN "INTERNATIONAL MYSTERY & CRIME" ***
In the morning, he's struggling to remember. By the evening, he's struggling to survive. John Smith's risk avoidance policy just expired!
Waking up beside the gorgeous Savannah Jones, John is shocked to learn she was for hire, and he can't pay the price - a thousand pounds or broken legs. In desperation, he turns to best friend, Mark, for the money. Only one problem - Mark has a dagger in his back.
John and Savannah are plunged into a dangerous world where wits and adrenaline are their only weapons and trust in each other their only certainty. As the body count mounts, they discover Mark wasn't the person John thought, and his terrifying invention may well end up killing thousands, John and Savannah included.
A race to recover the missing invention pits the unlikely pairing against ex-SAS psychopath, Gregory Fisher, a man who will stop at nothing and kill anyone in his way to wreak revenge against the Government who stole his livelihood.
When Smith and Jones team up, the result is explosive.
Ethan Justice: Origins is a fast-paced, action-packed, character-driven thriller, guaranteed to make you laugh out loud, cringe, cry and cheer.
This book contains a few violent scenes, a dash of sex and the odd bit of bad language, so please don't buy it if you are easily offended.
we know it’s breakfast?” Savannah sent John an ‘are you nuts’ look. “Because we ordered it for eight o’clock,” she said in answer to his daft question. She gripped the door handle. “Just humour me and check.” Savannah withdrew her hand and shook her head. She knew that he was right but nobody would be crazy enough to attack them inside the world’s most prestigious hotel - would they? She leaned over to the door keeping her feet well back in case whoever stood on the other side attempted to
comical if their situation had not been so dire. Without the resistance of the door to absorb the energy from his kick, Christos was travelling uncontrollably forward and downwards with his mouth open in a mixture of anger and surprise. Christos’s trunk reached an angle of forty-five degrees to the floor at the exact moment that his left knee hit the ground. John, timing his swing to perfection, plunged the broken end of the toothbrush deep into the side of the man’s neck. John was transfixed by
Tina Turner shrieks out again. Why did I choose such a grating tune? Black speaks. His voice is slow and slurred. “My friend. I have more gold.” “Are you drugged up?” “I have more gold,” he repeats. I want nothing to do with him in this state but time is dwindling. “Pull yourself together.” “I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay... The girl will be at an office in Twickenham tomorrow morning.” I catch my breath. This is what I’ve been waiting for. “And?” I say. “Two... two thousand.” I’ll have
half an inch over six feet, he reckoned they were pretty good stats. Savannah could do worse. John changed into a pair of tatty old blue jeans, a red t-shirt, baggy green GAP hoodie and a pair of Nike black Air Max trainers bought recently on his credit card. They had been a steal at just under a fifth of a night with Savannah. As usual he skipped breakfast. * Two tubes later he was standing outside Mark’s apartment block in South Kensington. The streets were bustling with the rich and the
agent’s trousers when the big fool stepped out of reach. Damn it, it had been their final gambit. If it wasn’t for his ankle being joined to the bench, he could have leapt forward and made a grab for the gun, killed Wilson and then shot Fisher. It had never been a great plan. “I just meant that you could put everything behind you,” Wilson said, caught off guard by Savannah’s outburst. “He was weak, but he was no murderer which is more than I can say for you.” Savannah’s hands were on her hips,