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Ava McCarthy
Hide Me
Dedication
To my children, Mark and Megan, who are the reason for everything
Contents
Dedication
Prologue
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
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Acknowledgements
About the Author
By the Same Author
Copyright
Prologue
Harry pitched head-first over the cliff.
For an instant, she floated. Gunfire ripped the air behind her. Below her, hulking waves exploded, hungry, ready to swallow. Then the cliff rushed skywards and the ocean slammed into her face.
Don’t scream, don’t scream!
Water plunged into her sinuses, packed into her ears. She clamped her mouth shut, choking back the scrap of air she had left in her lungs. Then the current sucked her down into a deep, black tornado.
Her brain clamoured. Growling water thrummed in her ears, funnelling her down.
Don’t breathe, don’t breathe!
The rip tide snatched her. Hurled her in circles. It pitched her upside down and tore at her limbs till her lungs felt ready to burst.
She forced her eyes open. Saw an arrow of white tunnelling past her face. A silent jet-trail.
A bullet?
Jesus! He was going to kill her.
Harry’s diaphragm heaved, fighting for the chance to breathe. Panic screeched through her, and she thrashed her legs, bucked her body. Then the ocean whirled her into another violent twister.
Suffocation crushed her chest. She had to open her mouth, had to inhale!
Don’t breathe!
Her brain lurched, and she felt her eyes roll. Hunter’s face floated before her. Maybe she’d see his body. Was he down here with her somewhere? Had Franco had him killed too?
No more oxygen. Just vapours to fuel her brain.
The undertow grabbed her and whiplashed her into a spiral. She tumbled. Drifted.
Her mother’s face. Always so relieved by Harry’s absences. What would she think when Harry was dead?
Now you don’t have to talk to me, Mom.
Harry glided. Floated in freefall. She felt light. Euphoric, almost. And the reflex to breathe became slowly irresistible.
She couldn’t help it. She opened her mouth. Inhaled.
Cold seawater sluiced down deep into her lungs.
Chapter 1
Twelve days earlier
Cheating the casinos was a dangerous game. A game that could get you killed, if the stakes were high enough.
Harry eyed the roulette wheel, and edged alongside the other punters. Spying on the cheaters out in the open was risky, but she had to get close. She had to know how Franco
