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Chasing Shadows Time To Run
Chasing Shadows Time To Run
Chasing Shadows Time To Run
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Chasing Shadows Time To Run

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Fifth novel in the crime series Chasing Shadows but can be read as a stand alone novel. Once again DI Mike Watson finds himself coming face to face with his old adversary, The Chameleon, whom he thought he had shot and killed years before. But this time, the assassin is here to help Mike escape unknown criminals, who have put out a contract on his life. As Mike and his family go on the run with his old enemy, he begins to realise that all is not what it seems. Soon starts a cat and mouse game, as Mike and his family run for their lives. How will it end? Once again there is a twist at the end of the novel that only the reader discovers. Other ebooks in the crime series Chasing Shadows include: Countdown, Malevolence, A Son's Revenge and A Distant Land.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherB T Coll
Release dateOct 4, 2014
ISBN9781311062390
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    Chasing Shadows Time To Run - B T Coll

    Chasing Shadows

    Time to Run

    B T Coll

    Table of Contents

    Author’s Note

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Chapter Eleven

    Chapter Twelve

    Chapter Thirteen

    Epilogue

    Author’s Note

    Time to Run is a work of fiction. Names, character and incidents are entirely fictitious.

    Copyright @ B T Coll 2017

    Smashwords Edition

    All Rights Reserved

    Chapter One

    Susan Watson kicked the front door shut, before running into the kitchen and dropping her bags of groceries onto the floor. Her whole body was shaking, so she pulled out a chair and sat down trying to catch her breath. Her imagination was not running riot and she knew that now. She had first noticed the black car after she dropped the boys off at school but had thought nothing of it, although it did look strange with its tinted windows. But when she came out of the store and saw it parked not far from her car, she panicked and drove like a maniac all the way home. Damn. she cursed when she realised that she had forgotten to lock the car doors. She suddenly heard her husband moving about upstairs and rushed out to the hallway to call on him. Mike. she shouted and waited on his reply. Mike. I need to tell you something. she yelled upstairs but when he didn’t answer, she began to feel scared again. What if it wasn’t him upstairs? What if someone else was in her house?

    Wondering on what to do, she ran back into the kitchen and pulled out her mobile phone from her handbag and immediately called her husband. As usual he didn’t answer and she left a frantic message telling him to call her back immediately. She heard movement upstairs again and decided to make a dash for the door but before she could even open the door, she felt two strong hands digging into her shoulders and opened her mouth to scream. A hand clamped around her mouth and she instinctively began to struggle before being spun around and came face to face with the intruder. If I let you go, you must promise not to scream. he whispered to her in a gruff voice and she stared at him. Your life and the lives of your children depend on it. I am here to help you. he told her, this time in a softer voice and she tried to process what he had told her. Eventually she nodded and he let go of her. Who are you? she asked and watched as he shrugged his shoulders. What do you want? she asked him, as he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her back into the kitchen. Close those. he told her, pointing towards the kitchen blinds. She did as she was told, all the time wondering how she was going to get out of the house and away from this stranger, who had invaded her home and put his hands on her.

    Sit.’ he demanded, pulling out one of the kitchen chairs. She stared at him for a few seconds before complying with his wishes. He pulled out another chair and sat beside her, before turning the chair so that they were facing each other, with barely a foot between them. Don’t be worried. As I said, I am here to help. he told her, with what appeared to be a slight sneer. We don’t need your help. Who the hell are you? she asked, suddenly finding her voice. I’m a friend of Mike’s. We go way back. he replied but somehow she just knew that he was lying. The intruder laughed. I see you don’t believe me. Well I may have exaggerated a little but we do know each other. he told her, staring deeper into her eyes. What kind of accent do you have?" she asked the fair-haired man in front of her, who seemed to be in his late forties and to her, was putting on a false accent.

    Being married to a detective for so many years gave her an instinct to detect when things were not as they appeared. And she just felt that this man was somehow putting on an act for her benefit and she was determined to discover the truth about this stranger, who invaded her home and wanted her to believe that he was a friend of her husband’s. That’s a weird questions but I can tell you are confused. Let’s just say that I am putting on an Irish accent, just for you. he replied, giving her a wink. Why would you do that? she asked him. He shrugged his shoulders. Well it’s really a little joke between me and Mike. he replied. Well your accent is rubbish. You’re American, aren’t you? she asked him. Best we keep that between us. he replied with a snigger. What is so funny? You break into my house and hold me hostage and you laugh. she said, now finding herself being more angry than scared. Now that is simply not true. I came into you house through an open bedroom window upstairs. You are not held hostage. Go if you wish. he replied.

    On hearing those words, Susan immediately jumped to her feet and began to run towards the door. Wait. he shouted after her. But you did say I could go. she replied suddenly feeling panic rise within her. Of course. You can go if you don’t care about the lives of your husband and children. If you want them to die, then by all means carry on walking out the door. he told her and she found herself rooted to the spot. What the hell do you mean? she asked, rushing back towards where he sat. Just what I told you. I am here to help. he replied, rather too smugly for her liking. Now please sit down so we can talk this over. he told her, patting the chair to indicate that she was to sit down beside him again. Reluctantly Susan sat back down on the chair but wondered what kind of game he was playing.

    Tell me what you mean. Are my family in danger? she asked him, with anguish in her voice. Who are you and how do you know my husband? And why are we in danger? she asked, staring into his eyes. He wasn’t going to intimidate her and she could put on an act, just as she was sure he was. Mike and I do know each other. It’s just that he thinks I’m dead. he told her and she immediately knew who he was. You’re The Chameleon. Mike said you were dead. she replied with a gasp. He nodded his head. "Of course, he thinks that I’m dead. That it what they wanted him to think. Now they are coming after him and possibly your whole family. he told her. Susan shook her head. What are you talking about? Who are they? My husband is a police officer or have you forgotten. she told him. I know all about Mike. I like and respect your husband, believe me. We sort of have a connection of sorts. he told her, now gazing at the floor, as if he was deep in thought. Look this has to stay between us. Mike must not know for the time being." he said, now staring into her eyes again.

    What do you mean? she asked confused. Mike must go about his business as usual. I will contact you again when I iron out all the details. he said, rising from his chair. You are talking rubbish. Your mad. she told him, as she raised herself from her chair to face him. Did you or did you not get followed home from the store by a black car? Did you or did you not immediately rush inside and lock the door and call your husband? he asked her. Well I may have been mistaken. she replied. "You were followed. They are stalking you to try and establish a routine, so that they can come up with a plan to get rid of you, without raising any suspicions. he told her. But why? she asked him. And who are they? He moved towards the back door. They are the people I work for. They are the people who are going to kill you, Mike and your family. They are the C.I.A. he announced, as he moved quickly towards the door and grabbed the door nob. Why are you helping us? What is to happen now? she asked him. Look keep everything normal and don’t change your routine or act out of character until I get back to you. And the answer to why I am helping you. I don’t really know. I like your husband and I don’t know why but we have some sort of weird connection." he replied, before disappearing quickly out of the back door.

    Susan took a deep breath and tried to remain calm, which wasn’t easy as her heart was racing nine to the dozen. What was going on? Why couldn’t she tell Mike all about it and how would she be able to keep any of this from him? She was no good at keeping secrets. Are their lives really in danger? And why would this assassin, that Mike thought he had killed, want to help them?

    Chapter Two

    Susan picked up the children from school and tried to remain calm and go about her business as usual, so as not to arouse any suspicion from whomever it was that was following her in the black car. She had seen the same black car that had followed her in the morning, driving by the school and tried not to stare at it but casually looked over her shoulder every now and then. He told her not to act out of character, so she took the boys to the nearby shops, as she usually did every day after school, before heading home.

    Returning home, she told the boys to do their homework before supper and her two youngest ran upstairs, a bit too eagerly for her liking and she had a feeling that instead of starting their homework as instructed, they would be

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