The Ingrid Skyberg Thrillers: Books 1 - 3 by Eva Hudson

Author:Eva Hudson [Hudson, Eva]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: VENATRIX
Published: 2021-03-08T22:00:00+00:00

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The three teams split up and fanned out across the forest. After fifteen minutes or so, Ingrid and Mills had covered a lot of ground. The unnerving sound of grown men howling at the sky had even subsided a little. So far they hadn’t spotted a member of the opposition.

“We should maybe slow down. Start to circle back a little.” Ingrid pulled the vest over her head and shoved it in a pocket. “No point in advertising our presence.”

“Isn’t that cheating?” Mills said. He seemed genuinely alarmed at the idea.

“Do you want to win?”

“Not especially.”

“What?”

“I just want to have a bit of fun.”

“Nothing wrong with doing both.”

They doubled-back and stopped in a small clearing. Ingrid held a finger to her lips. They listened. After a few moments Mills shrugged at her.

“What do we do now? Just wait for someone to stumble past? That doesn’t seem very sporting.”

“How are your tree climbing skills?”

“Wait in ambush for them? Shouldn’t we be using our highly tuned detective tracking skills?”

“I left my eyeglass and deerstalker at home.”

Mills looked around the clearing. “None of these trees look particularly climbable. I suppose… I mean, we could use the opportunity to get to know one another a bit better.”

“Tell me you weren’t part of this whole goddamn set up.”

“No!” His hand shot up to his mouth, the word had come out a little loud. “No, not at all,” he whispered. “But as we are both here… where’s the harm in being friendly?”

Ingrid was just about to remind him how inappropriate that would be, given she was an engaged woman and all, when a sharp crack echoed around the forest: the sound of a tinder dry branch snapping. She pointed in the direction of the sound and Mills nodded back at her. They crept to the side of the clearing and slipped behind the thick gnarled trunk of an oak tree.

They waited.

After a couple of minutes Mills started to get restless. Ingrid laid a hand on his arm and looked up into his eyes. She felt the muscles in his forearm flex. He held on to her gaze for a moment longer than she was expecting. But, never one to look away first, Ingrid continued to stare back at him. An unexpected and unwanted thrill ran up her spine.

Another crack sounded. Much louder this time. Coming from directly ahead of them. Ingrid lifted the strange blowpipe contraption to eye-level and steadied herself. She saw a figure dash between two trees. Too fast to get a shot. The figure wasn’t wearing a vest either. Without the hi-vis marker it was impossible to identify their opponent. Could it be one of their own team? The individual was too tall to be McKittrick, too fast to be Jane and too broad-shouldered to be Kapoor or Murray. From this distance, Ingrid couldn’t even work out if it were a man or a woman. She continued to stare hard in the direction of the movement until her eyes started to water. She pointed behind where the figure was standing, away from the clearing and raised her eyebrows at Mills.

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