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Jay was digging in her handbag, searching for her car keys, and, without looking up, sidestepped the old woman so they could both pass on the pavement. Jay was level with the old woman when, suddenly, the old woman tripped, and before Jay could move aside, toppled towards her.
Instinctively, Jay put out her arms to try and break the woman's fall, and at the same time she took in the gold chain around the woman's neck. The tiny mole at the corner of her mouth. Her man's watch. Its sturdy brown leather strap.
Sol's assassin.
Nahid.
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Jay reared back before the woman could touch her, but Nahid came after her. Her eyes were bright and alive behind her wrinkled rubber mask, her lips drawn back over twin rows of strong white teeth. She was hissing as she lunged for Jay, a hypodermic needle in her hand.
Jay turned and ran. Behind her, she heard a curse, strident breathing. Nahid's footsteps tearing after her.
You've got to run faster!
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With this book being the third in the Jay McCaulay series, I decided it was time to put MI6's Max Blake on the spot. He's tough and resourceful, but even Blake can't help his sister - who has been targeted by an assassin - when he's in jail. So he calls on Jay to help out, which she does - albeit reluctantly.
This time, the action takes Jay from London to Paris. I had a very tough time doing my research in Paris needless to say, checking out potential clandestine meeting places, cafés and museums. Like Jay I travelled on Eurostar as well as taking my car through the Channel Tunnel to make sure I got all the small details right.
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'I devoured this book . . . deprived me of sleep, as I sat up into the early hours to finish it . . . a not to be missed read. Highly recommended. Loved the last line. Do men like Max exist, and if so can I have one?'
Lizzie Hayes, Mystery Women
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