Overthrow (A James Winchester Thriller Book 2) (James Winchester Series) by James Samuel

Author:James Samuel [Samuel, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wanderer Publishing
Published: 2021-04-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Six

Cardamom Mountains, Koh Kong, Cambodia

The words of Preap came true. They had camped too far down the mountains to become a target. Nevertheless, James didn’t sleep that night. He snatched a couple of minutes only to be jolted awake by the wind rustling through the trees or the grunt of someone turning over. At first light, he sat bolt upright with bleary eyes.

He stared briefly at Blake’s motionless form. James wondered if he could sleep soundly with that much duplicity on his conscience. Working against their interests. Always out for himself. Never taking responsibility for his mistakes. His nostrils flared at Blake’s apparent indifference.

Dylan had taken the final watch of the evening. He sat with the M4A1 carbine slung across his legs, his back to a crumbling statue; they’d brought the weapon as some heavy backup. James approached him and laid a hand on his shoulder.

The young American twitched as James squatted down beside him. The mosquitoes had left his exposed neck littered with angry red bites.

“You see anything strange?” asked James.

“I heard a lot of things,” Dylan replied. “I felt strange. Like someone was just out of sight watching us the whole time.”

James’ stomach turned at Dylan’s report. A novice though he was, a mercenary’s instinct never let him down. Maybe they weren’t alone after all. Had Dylan been the only man to spot it?

“Wait until Preap and the rest wake up and tell them.”

“No,” Dylan hissed under his breath. “None of them will believe me. They know I haven’t taken on a whole lot of assignments.”

“Your choice.”

First light brought a strange, cold film that slid over the mountains and forests. The sun, still below the horizon, gave the land a sense of foreboding. James tried to imagine if a few errant villagers had stumbled upon their camp and became curious. As he looked into the impenetrable emerald wall, he saw only death waiting.

“You keep your eyes open. Preap knows everything there is to know about these mountains.”

James gave Dylan a reassuring pat on the shoulder and straightened up.

He turned to find a pair of eyes staring at him. Preap, who had spent the night propped up against the steps, opened his eyes, instantly filling his vision. Always, the man was watching him.

Preap gestured at him to follow. He bounded to his feet with little more than a soft thud and began walking into the temple. James followed, taking care to avoid waking Adam and Blake.

He led him through the broken rooms, the treasures long since looted. Moss and roots had invaded the structure, leaving little green tripwires everywhere. Preap took him to a back room, deep inside the temple. It appeared like all the others but for a selection of nooks carved into the walls.

“The monks would have slept here.” Preap’s voice bounced through the room.

“A long time since anyone came in here,” James said in a vague attempt at sounding interested. “I’ve got something to tell you —”

“Shhht.” Preap raised a hand. “Me, first, if you please.

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