The Shadow Conspiracy
Table of Contents
Cover
Title Page
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Copyright
Chapter 1
Audrey Banford sank to her knees beneath the dense foliage and fought for breath as a sound of rustling filled the air. Her lungs felt ready to burst but she knew there was no time to lose.
Should have taken Miguel’s advice and never gone back a second time. So damn foolish as you already had what you came for… you idiot!
She was still berating herself when the rustling stopped just metres away. A sensation of terror gnawed at her stomach, and she fought to conceal her heavy breathing as something zipped past her shoulder and lodged itself deeply into the thick base of a tree trunk off to her right. The glinting of a long metal blade had her jumping to her feet, and without looking back she leapt manically forward through the dense shrubs, her matted and mud-drenched black hair slapping against her face to leave layers of grime with each lash. Don’t look back… you know what’s there… please, God.
The edge of the forest was less than twenty metres away and the boat ready to go at a moment’s notice, and even with her pursuers so close behind, the sight of dim moonlight ahead offered her a spur of encouragement. With a high-pitched grunt she began bounding over the thick vegetation, like a long-jumper approaching the board, and as she closed the distance her fists clenched ever tighter. She had already gone through too much to give up now. But as she reached the last tree and caught a clear glimpse of the welcoming expanse of water and the waiting boat, her heart sank. The limp body of Miguel lay slumped across the port railing and the small vessel was already being swept away by the current, with no one at its helm.
‘No—’ was all she managed, as something heavy slammed against the back of her head and sent her tumbling face first into the nearest shrub. Dazed and with her ears ringing from the crippling blow, she shakily clambered to her feet, just as another vicious blow descended on the exact same spot as the first, and she collapsed back onto the ground with a yelp.
The rustling of leaves being swept aside could be heard from all directions, and as she felt the sensation of warm blood trickling down her cheek, something drew close to the back of her head and began sniffing at the wound.
As Audrey Banford fought against impending unconsciousness she felt a long moist tongue drag itself across the back of her neck and then move further down her cheek. After a single lap, the tongue retreated, and a cacophony of clicking sounds filled the air as the fallen woman was roughly rolled onto her back. What she could now see caused her to expel a shaky breath and her entire body began to tremble. She knew what this creature was, but the knowledge did nothing to calm her as her gaze moved upwards to the thick tendrils protruding from its head, and then she stared directly into those unnaturally large eyes. The sounds of sniffing continued, although a flap of dry skin hung down where its nose should have been, and below that was a mouth with scarred lips and chipped teeth, worn down almost to their roots yet sharp and pointed, grimacing at her menacingly.
‘I’m sorry. I can give it back,’ she pleaded, as a hand with a bird’s talons for fingernails clasped itself around her throat briefly, before releasing its grip and silently moving backwards away from her.
A number of dark silhouettes now appeared amidst the thick vegetation all around, and Audrey dragged herself to her feet and stood shakily before the gathering figures, her knees struggling to support her.
‘Please forgive me,’ she began, stretching out her palms in submission. ‘I meant no harm.’
The beast cocked its head to one side, as if considering her request, but then it straightened up and ominously shook its head slowly, as that sound of clicking began to break out afresh amongst the surrounding silhouettes.
The woman’s breathing grew ever quicker as a new wave of fear swept over her. She had opened her mouth to plead further when something whizzed past her with such speed that it appeared nothing more than a blur. She felt herself tumble back down to the ground again and was sent rolling into the undergrowth. She tried to expel a scream but nothing emerged except silence. She began to choke, every neuron in her brain screaming out in panic as she finally realised what had happened. Her tongue stiffened like a rod as it went into spasm, and the strange figure shuffled slowly back into the forest, followed by the silhouettes, disappearing one by one from her line of sight.
As her vision descended into a dark fog and her mind began to fade, Audrey managed to catch one last glimpse before everything went black. Of her own decapitated body spread out beside her head.
Chapter 2
‘Alex, this is a bad idea. We should wait until tonight when everyone’s together,’ Dean Thomas Lercher whispered. He stared through the narrow gap in the door once again, then shook his head. ‘I don’t even know which ones they are.’
Alex Harker pushed his friend firmly to one side and placed his eye up against the gap, shifting his gaze left and right in an effort to get a proper look. ‘I think it’s the two of them on the left,’ he replied in a hushed voice. ‘Yep, that’s definitely them.’
Harker glanced back at the dean to find the man playing anxiously with his fingers. ‘You’re not nervous are you, Doggie?’
The dean ceased his fiddling immediately and placed both hands on his hips defiantly. ‘These kind of people are not to be trifled with, Alex – believe me, I know. And I keep telling you to stop calling me Doggie.’
‘And I keep telling you no, I won’t stop,’ Harker shot back with a dry smile, ‘so at least I’m consistent. Anyway these kind of people are only as dangerous as you let them be… It’ll be fine.’
Doggie looked unconvinced and he flicked his hand dismissively as Harker returned his attention to the gap in the door.
‘We’ll take them by surprise, then get in and make our escape as quickly as possible.’ Harker turned back towards the dean and made an OK sign with his fingers. ‘It’s a piece of cake.’
Harker’s optimistic manner was totally lost on Doggie, and the man’s eyes dulled. ‘You always say that, but it never really works out that way, does it?’
Harker couldn’t help but smile. With everything they had been through over the last few years, there was never a time that Doggie had not veered on the side of caution. Without a doubt he always offered sage counsel, and Harker relied on it, but there was also a hidden, steely resolve to the man when one dug deep enough, and it was this version of Doggie that he needed now. ‘Come on, Tom, man up. I need you with me on this.’
Doggie emitted a disconcerted sigh as his shoulders sagged, then with a nod he began to roll his neck in an attempt to limber up for action, much as a boxer would do. ‘Fine, I’ll back you up, but for the record, I still think we should have waited until tonight… Strength in numbers and all that.’
‘Noted,’ Harker replied before placing his hand on the polished door, as Doggie moved to his side, clenching his fists apprehensively. ‘OK,
on the count of three. One, two, thr—’ His muscles were already tensing in preparation when the hefty wooden door flung itself inwards and the pair found themselves staring into the face of a woman with long silky black hair, who was wearing jeans and a black T-shirt with the slogan ‘Simply the best’.
‘I thought I recognised your voice. What are you doing here?’
Dr Chloe Stanton glared at them both with a combination of surprise and anger, as Harker leant forward and gave her a warm kiss on the lips.
‘Well, I was passing nearby and I thought why not get it over and done with. So,’ he raised his hands upwards placatingly, ‘here I am.’
Chloe glared at him disapprovingly, then her expression began soften, and with a slow blink of her eyes she finally began to smile. ‘Well, I’m sorry that meeting my parents is such a chore for you, Professor Harker.’
‘It really is, Dr Stanton.’ Harker was now smiling himself. ‘But that shows how much I love you.’
Chloe’s smile faded and she inserted two fingers inside her mouth, pretending to make herself sick.
‘Yeah, maybe that was a bit over the top,’ Harker replied, as Chloe turned her attention to Doggie.
‘Thank you, Thomas,’ Chloe said, as the dean gave her an apologetic look.
‘Sorry, Chloe, but he insisted we come by.’
Harker’s eyebrows dipped at the realisation he had been kept out of the loop, and he was about to berate his friend when a voice behind Chloe called out, ‘Is everything all right?’
As Chloe turned her head, Harker seized upon this chance to make an introduction and slipped past her, even as she shook her head and tried to tug him back. He raised his hand at her in a confident gesture and began to make his way over towards the short man wearing a pair of round John Lennon glasses, a long-sleeved white shirt and dark brown slacks, who was standing directly in the centre of the aisle, clearly determined to make a good impression. The stained glass windows of St Peter’s Church glowed magnificently in the evening light and bathed the stone-built aisle with a spectrum of colours. Even though Harker had visited here once before, this small country church located in one of Wiltshire’s sleepy villages still captivated him. With its stone walls and dark oak beams overhead, it was without doubt the perfect place for himself and Chloe to get married.
Harker’s initial proposal of the registry office in Cambridge had not gone down well with her, and when Chloe had suggested her family’s local church, he had agreed without even seeing it. Luckily he was not disappointed and now he couldn’t imagine anywhere more perfect than this hidden gem, tucked away within the leafy village community of Kington Langley. Of course, it helped that the local pub was just minutes away, as he and Doggie had discovered while enjoying a well-earned pint earlier that day.
‘Mr Stanton,’ Harker began, grasping the man’s hand and shaking it enthusiastically, ‘it’s such a pleasure to finally meet you. And before we get started, I just want to say I consider myself the luckiest man in the world to be marrying your daughter, and rest assured I intend to take care of Chloe for the rest of our days.’ Before Mr Stanton could reply, Harker quickly turned his attention to the small, frumpy woman in a flowery dress standing next to him. ‘And Mrs Stanton,’ he continued, delivering a peck to her chubby cheek, ‘you look lovely. I can see where Chloe inherits her looks from. Quite the resemblance indeed.’
Of course Harker knew damn well he was overdoing the pleasantries, but what the hell, you only have one chance to make a good first impression.
‘It’s a pleasure to meet you too, and my congratulations,’ the man replied, with a look of surprise, ‘but I’m afraid I’m not Mr Stanton. I’m the priest, and the name’s David.’
‘What?’ Harker stepped back before glancing over towards the diminutive woman who was now smiling at him broadly. ‘Then who’s this?’
‘That’s Mrs Penhaligan. She’s the organist.’
As Harker stared at them blankly, David gestured over to an older couple standing by one of the pews at the far side of the church. ‘I think that’s the couple you’re looking for.’
Harker craned his head towards the real Mr and Mrs Stanton, who stood staring at him with a look of bemusement.
‘Married?’ Mr Stanton suddenly blurted out in a thick Yorkshire accent, looking over at Chloe with a deep frown on his forehead. ‘You’re getting married!’
‘Shit,’ Harker muttered, much to the amusement of Mrs Penhaligan. Chloe now joined him, with Doggie close behind her.
‘I hadn’t told them yet, Alex,’ she hissed from the corner of her mouth, and then strode over to join her parents whilst Doggie approached and slapped his palm on Harker’s shoulder.
‘Very smooth, Alex. Is that a natural ability or something you’ve cultivated over the years?’
Harker offered only a wince, then with gritted teeth he crossed the aisle to join Chloe, who was now in the midst of explaining herself.
‘I’m sorry, but I was planning to surprise you both tonight at dinner.’
Mr Stanton was looking mightily unimpressed, but Mrs Stanton, although clearly shocked, moved over and gave Chloe a lung-crushing hug. ‘Congratulations, darling, we’re so happy for you. I just wish we had known about it sooner.’ Now she turned towards Harker with cautiously open arms. ‘And welcome to the family… Alex, is it?’
‘Alex Harker, and it’s a pleasure, Mrs Stanton,’ he replied with a warm smile and embraced her lightly.
‘Call me Sheila, please – and this is Frank.’
Sheila Stanton took a step back as Chloe’s father now looked Harker up and down. For a moment it felt like a Mexican stand-off, with both men staring at each other intently – the younger one maintaining a courteous smile and the other looking suspicious.
‘Pleasure to meet you, Frank,’ Harker began, thrusting his hand out in front of him. ‘Alex Harker, your future son-in-law.’
Mr Stanton stared down at Harker’s hand for a few seconds, before finally grasping it firmly. ‘Frank Stanton… unhappy father.’
Harker let out an uncomfortable laugh and continued smiling until he realised from the man’s expression that this wasn’t meant to be a joke. ‘Well, hopefully I can lighten your mood over the next few days.’
‘You can try,’ Frank replied, still without any hint of a smile.
‘Now, Dad, I’m sure you and Alex will get along fine once you get to know each other. In fact, I’m sure you’ll get on famously.’
Jesus, Harker thought to himself, he’d known this man for less than a minute and already Chloe was having to referee.
‘Or infamously perhaps,’ Doggie quipped. The joke induced a brief smile from Mr Stanton as Doggie introduced himself with a wave of his hand. ‘Thomas Lercher, and it’s lovely to meet you both.’
‘But his friends call him Doggie,’ Harker interjected with a smirk, and immediately received a dirty look from the dean.
‘That’s true, but my real friends call me Tom, so please feel free.’
Oh, I get it, like that dog, the lurcher? Very funny.’ Mr Stanton even nodded approval. ‘And you are?’
‘I’m a good friend of Alex here,’ Doggie offered, then continued with a sly grin, ‘and I’ll be best man at the wedding.’
His appropriation of the role garnered a look of surprise from Harker. ‘That’s still to be decided,’ he muttered.
Doggie appeared unfazed. ‘Alex may seem at first a bit of a sourpuss, but I assure you he’s a lot of fun once you get to know him.’
As the group chuckled in unison Harker began to feel his blood boil. He had managed to go from being a complete stranger to a palpable idiot in less than a few minutes. As Doggie continued to charm the pants off Mr and Mrs Stanton, Chloe grasped his hand in reassurance.
‘Mum, Dad, I want to run some ideas by Alex for our wedding. Are you OK here for a minute?’
‘Of course, sweetheart,’ Mrs Stanton replied, and with a firm tug Harker was escorted by his future bride towards the chur
ch’s main entrance.
‘I thought you told them weeks ago,’ he said once they had stepped out into the warm evening air.
‘I wanted to tell them face to face, Alex.’
‘Well, thanks a bunch for telling me. I felt like a complete moron in there.’
‘Come on, it wasn’t that bad,’ replied Chloe. ‘Anyway, if you hadn’t barged in unannounced, it wouldn’t have been a problem. My plan was to tell them before dinner tonight and then they’d meet you and, voila, things would have gone perfectly.’
Harker merely grunted at her scheme, then looked back through the open doorway to see Doggie complimenting Mrs Stanton on her wonderful pashmina shawl. ‘Doggie seems to be a hit with them. I think you’re marrying the wrong guy.’
Chloe draped her arm around his shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. ‘Dad’s always been cagey around my boyfriends. When I was a teenager he used to wait up late until I got dropped off at the end of the night, then come out and tap on the car window with a golf club when he thought it had been parked for too long. I think he’s stayed pretty calm considering you just sprung our wedding on him.’
It was a fair comment, and even though Harker felt there was now a mutual dislike between the two men, he’d be able to rectify it over the coming days – and if not, then so be it. He was marrying Chloe whether Frankie boy liked it or not. What was he going to do, wrap a golf club around Harker’s head? Give it a try, Frank.
Harker was responding in disgruntled acquiescence when a man wearing a charcoal-coloured suit and a red tie hurried up the path towards them.
‘Alex, we need to talk.’
Xavier Botha was someone Harker now considered a good friend – and a necessity, as Sebastian Brulet would put it. Ever since Harker’s run-in with the fabled and psychotic cult of Mithras a few months earlier, the Grand Master of the Knights Templar had been unusually protective of his men out in the field. The revelation that the cult’s leader, Father John Davies, was Harker’s uncle had not helped either, and had only added to the personal nature of the danger he was in. In the last few months there had been no further information on the whereabouts of the man’s followers, including Stefani Mitchell, the woman who had conned Harker into believing she was a Templar and had begun leading him down a dark path. Couple that with the cult’s assassin Avi Legrundy’s threat on Harker’s life, and Brulet had insisted that a Templar security detail be at his side until the ‘Red Death’, as she was known, was tracked down and brought to heel. There would be, without question, an empty cell waiting in one of Her Majesty’s prisons for the dreadlocked killer – for a long stay.
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