After the June Terror killed hundreds of thousands
around the world, Jack Harding knew he had to disappear.
Not wanting to risk flying from Europe, he takes the
long trip across Russia by train, aiming to get back
to the US by crossing the Bering Strait. Instead, he
falls victim to a family of human traffickers, who
submit him to months of unspeakable abuse.
When he is finally able to escape, he finds he’s not the
only one seeking revenge against their demons. Together
with his new friends, they set in motion a plan to rid
the world of sexual slavery, one low-life at a time.
Despite using every trick in the book to hide their
work, it quickly catches the eye of a secret branch of
the CIA. Soon, Jack finds himself pulled once more into
a world he had so desperately tried to avoid.
The fifth installment of the Man on the Run series
wrestles with some of the most pressing issues of our
time, from human trafficking to the role of violence as
a tool in securing peace. It forces us to look at what
lies beneath the world around us, and question the
lengths we would go for justice, and for love.
Genre: FICTION / ThrillersRecently published (15-12-2016). Volume 5 of series.
Chapter One
The gentle rhythm of the tracks click clicking at times lulled Jack to sleep and at others kept him awake. The scenery changed outside the carriage window in the way stations changed on TV: click, click. The room was small but first-class: two beds instead of four bunks. Click, click. The little table even had a flower. And the second bed, a lover.
“You up?”
“Do I ever sleep?”
“Believe me, you sleep.”
Valeria threw a pillow at him. “I don’t snore.”
“How do you know?”
“I would have heard.”
“From your sister?” Jack had an innocently sly smile.
“You’re an asshole sometimes, you know?” Valeria flushed.
“Val, I’m sorry. I think I’m getting stir crazy.”
“Then stretch your legs at the next station and don’t bug me.” She turned her back to him.
Jack sat up. “The beds aren’t bad at all. I was expecting greater privation.”
Val turned to him and sat up. “Privation? Who talks like that?”
“I thought you said you spoke English,” Jack said.
“I do. Pretty good, too. But sometimes you speak prat.”
“Where’d you hear that word?”
“The ticket office. Lots of English and Aussies.”
“I’m jealous of how quickly you pick up languages. Why didn’t you become an English teacher?”
“You’re envious, not jealous. And I didn’t because there’s no money in it and we already have too many teachers. Why didn’t you become an investment banker? You, with your fancy MBA.”
“Long story. Another time.” He paused. “Vodka?”
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Translated by Francisco Javier Pintor Maldonado
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