The spymaster pulled himself to his feet.
“Of course,” he said, “the spring earlies. I’ll get my boots.”
He hated digging, but he did love Penny Irvine very much.
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IT was just after midday in the Caribbean when the Foxy Lady came out of Turtle Cove and headed for the Cut.
Halfway to the reef Arthur Dean swept up alongside in the Silver Deep. He had two tourist divers in the stern.
“Hey, Jason, you been away?”
“Yep. Went over to Europe for a spell.”
“How was it?”
Monk thought that one over.
“Interesting,” he said.
“Good to see you back.” Dean glanced into the afterdeck of the Foxy Lady. “You don’t have a charter?”
“Nope. There are wahoo running ten miles off the Point. I’m going to take some just for me.”
Arthur Dean grinned, recognizing the feeling.
“Tight lines, man.”
The Silver Deep opened her throttle and sped away. The Foxy Lady moved through the Cut and Monk felt the thump and surge of the open sea beneath his feet and the sweet-smelling salted wind on his face.
Pushing on the power he turned the Foxy Lady away from the islands and out toward the lonely sea and the sky.
THE END.
About the Author
FREDERICK FORSYTH is the author of nine bestselling novels: The Day of the Jackal, The Odessa File, The Dogs of War, The Devil’s Alternative, The Fourth Protocol, The Negotiator, The Deceiver, The Fist of God, and Icon. He lives outside London.
Contents
PART 1
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
PART 2
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
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