On The Charge: A pulse pounding thriller in the Ryan Kaine series by Kerry J Donovan

Author:Kerry J Donovan [Donovan, Kerry J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Vinci Books
Published: 2024-08-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Wednesday 9th June – Pre-Dawn

Finchley Road, Golders Green, London, England

Kaine stretched out and half-dozed on the comfortable back seat of Will’s Range Rover. It had been a long few days, and he’d had very little in the way of sleep, snatching nothing but catnaps when he could. In the BMW ahead, Hunter and Enderby hadn’t spoken since hitting Finchley Road, and Kaine could barely keep his eyes open.

Enderby was taking Hunter to his home. With another fifteen minutes at least before they reached Holborn, Kaine settled back and let his eyelids droop. He allowed his thoughts to drift …

“We’re here, Captain. Bideford Avenue’s just around the corner,” Stefan said from the driving seat.

Already?

He’d dozed off.

Kaine sat up straight, yawned, and rubbed some life into his face.

Time for the special glasses.

With some reluctance, he removed the comfortable earpiece, pulled the glasses from their protective case, and slid them on. Much heavier than standard specs—the frame contained a mass of electronic tech—the damn things tended to pinch his nose and give him a headache, and he’d put off wearing them as long as possible. Kaine tapped the left arm once.

“Alpha One to Control. Are you receiving me? Over.”

“Hi there, Mr K. How you diddling?” Corky asked. He never seemed tired or stressed.

“We’ll be heading in soon. How are the glasses? Over.”

“Perfect. Corky can see whatever you’re looking at. Zoom in and everything. Recording now.”

“Excellent. Won’t be long now. Alpha One, out.”

Kaine had used the camera-glasses once before, in Arizona, and still had no real idea how they worked. Corky had tried to explain the concept to him, but Kaine had glazed over at the first mention of bifocal, eye-tracking sensors in the arms feeding signals to a fish-eye camera built into the frame. Still, it didn’t matter how they worked, just that they did.

He stretched out on the back seat, prepping for imminent action.

Stefan rolled the Range Rover to a stop alongside the darkened Old Nick, a pub whose traditional, green-and-gold paintwork looked in keeping with the street’s red-brick, Victorian terrace, but not with the grey-steel-and-smoked-glass, multi-storey monstrosity opposite. A classic example of the local planning department’s inability to balance the new and the old.

“Want me to wait here for the signal, sir?” Stefan asked. “We’re only a few metres away.”

Kaine nodded and glanced at Will, who sat alongside him in the back seat. “Anything?”

“They’ve parked the Beemer,” Will said. “Won’t be long now.”

Kaine tapped the left arm of the specs twice to pick up Hunter’s comms and they listened together.

“…I’ll tell him you’re one of my old schoolmates,” Enderby said, speaking quietly. “I often have friends crash in my spare room. Just don’t speak.”

“What? You think I can’t pass for one of your home boys?” Hunter snarked, playing the streetwise heavy to the hilt. Kaine worried that he might be overdoing the act, but Enderby seemed to be falling for it. “Okay, bro. But don’t do nothin’ stupid. Remember who’s got the gun when we’re on the inside.”

“That’s it—the signal,” Kaine said.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.