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    Under Attack
    Under Attack
    Under Attack
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    Under Attack

    By K.H. Durham

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    A bomb rips through a bank in the Chicago Loop. Only former detective Ken Ember saw what happened. The best hope of finding those responsible, but also the police’s prime suspect, Ken must stop the attacks and save his own skin. As the hunt goes on there is suspicion and betrayal, shootouts and explosions, as Chicago is under attack.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherK.H. Durham
    Release dateDec 6, 2015
    ISBN9781310494499
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      Book preview

      Under Attack - K.H. Durham

      Introducing Ken Ember…

      Copyright © 2015 K.H. Durham

      The right of K.H. Durham to be identified as the Author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

      All rights reserved.

      Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the copyright owner above.

      This publication is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real events or real persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

      Under Attack

      K.H. Durham

      Table of Contents

      Prologue

      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

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Prologue

      Scott Hanson sat calmly behind the wheel of the black Mercedes, hidden from sight in the underground parking garage. He checked the time on his phone again: 8:45 a.m. His head turned to the back seat and to the two rucksacks containing home-made explosives.

      We should get going, Scott said to the fidgeting woman in the passenger seat. Or we’ll be late.

      I’m not sure I can do this Scott, Erin Hanson said.

      Her hands clasped tightly to the sides of her seat as she stared out of the near window.

      We have to. You know that. Just stick to the plan and we’ll get through it, her husband replied.

      Scott opened the car door, stepping out with his packed Nike backpack over a shoulder. His diminutive wife followed the example and walked around to briefly embrace him. Then the six foot four inch man led the way to the nearby elevators. A cool breeze from the nearby lake brushed the faces of the couple as they reached the city streets, and the early morning sun made the walk enjoyable. It also gave the perfect excuse to wear sunglasses, and together with Erin’s blonde wig and Scott’s full beard their features were partly hidden from the passers-by, who were slowly filling up the streets of the Chicago Loop. Most looked to be tourists exploring the heart of the city, or well-dressed professionals off to start a hard day’s work. The forty-something couple from the parking garage blended in perfectly, with Scott wearing a suit as usual, and Erin dressed in a respectable dark ensemble. No-one would suspect what they had planned.

      A Bank of America branch soon moved into view up ahead. The blue and red logo was unmistakable. Scott checked his iPhone for an update of the precise time. It was 8:57 a.m. The couple would have time to talk to each other in the street outside for a few minutes, just as agreed earlier. Anyone who noticed them would only see an experienced businessman and woman sharing their thoughts. And that’s exactly what they were.

      At exactly nine o’clock Mrs. Daniela Gounares walked through the bank’s lobby to unlock the front door. The stated opening time was 9am, not two minutes before or ninety seconds after, and it was important that she complied with the bank’s rules to set a good example for the public to follow. As she ran through the familiar routine the bank worker barely noticed the man and woman talking near the entrance, and she continued on and reached for the lock. The glass office door opened and Daniela Gounares stepped out, pausing for a moment before she glanced around in all directions. She enjoyed watching the morning commuters as the city came to life once again, but there was work to do and she soon turned back to the bank entrance.

      The sound of the bank teller’s shoes on the hard ground set off Scott Hanson into action. He quickly made up the distance to reach the woman a few steps inside the building.

      I’m sorry to disturb you, but could I ask for some directions? Scott asked the bank worker from right behind the woman.

      Mrs. Gounares stopped in her tracks and turned around. The large and intimidating frame of Scott Hanson had temporarily startled her, but she relaxed as she caught sight of his expensive suit and nearby female companion.

      Of course you can, I’m happy to help, she said.

      Scott glanced around where he was standing. He was blocking the entrance into the bank for potential customers.

      I’ll move out of the way, he laughed. The employee smiled back and followed his lead, while Erin Hanson moved off to the left. Do you have any idea how to get to Roosevelt University? Scott asked. We’re here to visit our daughter. She’s a student there.

      Roosevelt? the bank worker said, as her eyes moved to her left. Yes I do. If you turn right outside here and take a left at the intersection you’ll be on the right track. There should be signs from there.

      The signs will direct me right to the university?

      They should do.

      Do you know how far it is? Will we need a cab?

      I don’t think it’s far. You should be able to walk there.

      That’s great, thanks a lot. Scott smiled. You’re a real life saver.

      His wife Erin suddenly appeared at his side again, and she copied her husband’s smile.

      It’s been a while since I’ve come into one of your branches, Erin said as she made eye contact with the older woman. I really like the new design.

      Well, thanks again, Scott said, cutting his wife short.

      Have a good day, Mrs. Gounares replied.

      Scott led his wife to the door and out of the building. The job was almost complete.

      Daniela Gounares watched Scott and Erin Hanson walk out of the building and turn right, just as she’d instructed. She strolled back through the lobby with a contented look on her face. The Bank of America teller got a buzz out of helping people. It made her feel valuable. That brief interaction would keep her spirits up for the rest of the morning. Or so she thought. She had no idea that everything Scott Hanson had just done was only a distraction, planned out in meticulous detail many days earlier. Blocking the entrance was deliberately designed to give him an excuse to separate from his wife, and take the attention of the bank teller with him. That had left Erin Hanson free to move around the recently redesigned branch out of sight of the bank’s staff, the rest of which being too far away and too busy chatting among themselves to notice her.

      The well-dressed couple crossed the road toward the coffee house as they slowly walked away from the bank. If Mrs. Gounares had still been watching she’d have seen them ignore her directions, but the Hansons knew that she wouldn’t be. None of the other early morning professionals were paying attention to the couple’s behavior either, and they were all too preoccupied with their own business to notice that Erin had entered the bank with a backpack over her shoulder, yet left soon after without it. The woman felt far more at ease now that she didn’t have to carry the pack around with her. Partly because it was quite heavy, and also due to her fear that the bomb inside would go off earlier than

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