Zero Days by Ruth Ware

Author:Ruth Ware [Ware, Ruth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Thriller, Mystery, Adult, Suspense, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781982155292
Google: mEvAEAAAQBAJ
Amazon: B0BHTN6TL6
Goodreads: 62919765
Publisher: Gallery/Scout Press
Published: 2023-06-20T00:00:00+00:00

THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 9 MINUS THREE DAYS

I opened my eyes. A thin gray moonlight was trickling through the curtains, and Cole was snoring on the hearth rug in front of the now-dead fire. The wound under my ribs hurt, and I was very cold, but I was also certain that neither of those things was what had woken me. Something else had prodded me from sleep.

Gabe had always said that what made me a great pen tester wasn’t my physical skills. It wasn’t that I was faster, stronger, quicker at picking locks, or more daring at scaling walls. There were plenty of guys more capable of forcing doors, or women with fancier kit. No. What had saved me, time and time again, what had made me a wickedly good shoplifter back in the day, was that I noticed stuff—stuff that other people didn’t—and that I trusted my gut.

The blind spot in the cameras. The pause in a security guard’s footsteps. The tag that could be deactivated with a ballpoint pen.

I had noticed something—before I was even fully awake. I just wasn’t sure what.

For a few minutes I lay there, listening, trying to work out what it was that had made me startle awake, my heart already racing before I had opened my eyes.

It wasn’t Cole getting up to use the toilet. It wasn’t thunder—the weather outside was still, and through the crack between the curtains I could see nothing but calm whiteness—presumably the sea mist had rolled in again overnight.

And then I heard it—the sound that had propelled me into consciousness even before I’d fully recognized what it was.

A burst of static from a police radio, and a muttered call sign.

Heart pounding, I jolted upright and tiptoed across the bare boards to crouch below the window. Gently parting the curtains, I could see someone—I thought it could be Malik, though I wasn’t sure—standing outside the house, speaking very low into a radio. Up the track, an unmarked black car was parked sideways across the road, deliberately blocking in Cole’s Mazda, and further away I could see the glow of headlamps through the mist, twisting and turning with the narrow lane as another car closed in.

Whoever was outside must be waiting for reinforcements. I had to get out, before they surrounded the house.

A huge, sick wash of adrenaline coursed through me, but I pushed it down and instead concentrated on scooping my belongings into my rucksack with shaking hands. It was extremely cold—my breath was coming in white clouds—but I was too keyed up to feel it, shivering more with nerves than from the chill.

“Cole,” I whispered. He was still asleep, snoring peacefully. “Cole, get up, I need the sleeping bag.”

“Wha?” he mumbled, turning over, and I felt a rush of furious impatience.

“Get up. I need the—never mind.” I yanked, trying to pull the sleeping bag off him. For a moment his body came with it—slithering across the rug—but then it jerked free, and I bundled it up as Cole sat upright, blinking and more than a little confused.

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