Author: Emlyn Rees
Publication Date: October 1, 2013 an e-book original
Publisher: Witness Impulse, an imprint of HarperCollins
Event organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.
Synopsis:In HUNTED an innocent man on the run faces down the biggest manhunt in history in a thrilling tale from international bestselling author Emlyn Rees.
When Danny Shanklin woke up in a strange hotel, he never expected the rest of his day would be spent running for his life. But the high-powered rifle strapped to his hands and the unknown dead man on the floor say otherwise. It’s only when the sirens start wailing outside that Danny realizes this day will be different. Today will be the worst day of his life—and maybe his last.
Framed and forced on the run, Danny sets out on a heart-pounding race against time to escape and track down the terrorists who set him up… and make them pay. But with 500,000 CCTV cameras, 33,000 cops, 9 intelligence agencies, and dozens of television news channels hot on his trail, how long can one innocent man survive?With only his tech support friend, the Kid, for backup, Danny sets out on a nail-biting odyssey though the panicked city streets, in a desperate bid to escape, protect the people he loves, and track down the terrorists who set him up - and make them pay.
But with 500,000 CCTV cameras, 33,000 cops, 9 intelligence agencies, and dozens of TV news channels all hot on his tail, just how long will THIS one innocent man be able to survive?
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That’s when Danny heard the first siren approaching. Shrieking in from the east. The second he looked that way, he wished he hadn’t. Because of the speed of the black car coming at him. It must have been doing ninety. Maybe more. It looked like a missile, like nothing could stop it. Two other squad cars fanned out in its wake.
Pulse racing, body temperature rocketing, Danny ran straight across South Carriage Drive. He didn’t look back as he raced on into the city. From right up close behind him came a yelp of skidding tires - those three cop cars curb-mounting, handbrake-turning, almost on top of him now.
He jinked right, heart pounding, sliding between a row of parked cars. He used them as a shield, kept them between himself and the street.
The first cop car catapulted past him less than a second after. Unmarked. Black. It angled in hard right and slewed to a juddering stop halfway across the pavement. Five metres ahead.
Danny didn’t slow. No point ducking into the chained courtyard of the building to his right. Too easy to get trapped. But he couldn’t turn back either. Not with those other two cop cars no doubt already sealing off the road behind.
It was the driver’s door of the black pursuit car in front of Danny which opened first. A man in his early forties with a hard, lined face and a short grey-black beard started to get out, pulling a pistol as he did.
Danny didn’t mess about. While the plainclothes cop was still only halfway out of the vehicle, Danny dropped his right shoulder and hit the door as hard as he could.
The metal slammed against the cop’s legs. The man cried out and crumpled to the ground, as Danny let his momentum carry him onwards, spinning him across the car’s front bumper, forcing him to throw his hands up just to stop himself from smashing his face against a blackened brick wall.
He turned, expecting the other cop riding shotgun to be coming for him. But all he saw was blurred face staring out at him through the windscreen, alongside the manically strobing blue light on the dash.
Danny lurched panting away from there and out onto a wide gridlocked street, his right knee jarring with every step, the heel of his left hand bleeding from where he’d battered himself against the wall.
Fifty metres to Danny’s left, a crowd of people clung like a swarm of agitated bees to the outside of Knightsbridge tube station. Meaning, Danny reckoned, that the London Underground system must have already been shut down.
The secondary roadblock he’d predicted was there also, blocking off the entire street. Traffic stretched back west past him for as far as the eye could see.
And gridlock was good. For Danny, at least. Because no way could those police cars pursue him through this. Meaning the odds against him had temporarily been evened. If the police were going to catch him at all, they were now going to have to do it on foot.
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