“With his left hand Victor pulled the Beretta from the back of his waistband and pointed both guns at the doorway, one in each hand. Not so good for aiming accurately but he needed the extra stopping power if he… — Tom Wood Copy Share Image
“He’d kept it shut with his foot, having broken the lock to gain entry. He pulled it open with his left hand and stepped into the hallway. In front of him the first man was slumped on the floor, propped… — Tom Wood Copy Share Image
“Victor ignored him and reached inside the dead man’s jacket, searching unsuccessfully for a wallet. He went to take the man’s radio receiver, but… — Tom Wood Copy Share
“Victor’s eyes narrowed. ‘Who are you working for?’ The man’s head slumped. Tears streamed down his cheeks. ‘Please…’ ‘Who are you working for?’ He… — Tom Wood Copy Share
“To kill required little more than the ability to point and shoot. Almost anyone could do it. To escape required the successful diversion of… — Tom Wood Copy Share
“In a life threatening situation, whether terrorism or a rockslide, what kills most people is slowness to react. Regular lives are so safe, so… — Tom Wood Copy Share
“In the corridor the dying man had at last ceased his thrashing. Blood no longer spurted from his neck but simply oozed out onto… — Tom Wood Copy Share
“I fought for a cause. And yes, I looted and I gained glory, but I went into that battle to protect my people. Have… — Tom Wood Copy Share
“I like that quote, but Napoleon was a fool, drunk on his own perceived invincibility. He could have ruled the world had he but… — Tom Wood Copy Share
“The whole basement was empty. Victor drew his handgun — an FN Five-seven — because he knew he’d walked straight into a trap. A… — Tom Wood Copy Share
“With his left hand Victor pulled the Beretta from the back of his waistband and pointed both guns at the doorway, one in each… — Tom Wood Copy Share
“, ‘who got out before you did, offers you a different kind of private-sector job. Kind of like what you used to do for… — Tom Wood Copy Share
“Alan Beaumont stepped through the automatic door of his office building and down the broad steps to the pavement. The sky above DC was… — Tom Wood Copy Share
“k are you writing?’ ‘It’s a fictionalised account of the death of Archduke Ferdinand.’ ‘A historical novel then. How interesting. You understand a lot… — Tom Wood Copy Share
“What are you?’ Rados asked. ‘You don’t strike me as the bone-breaker type.’ ‘I think of myself as a counsellor.’ ‘And what is it… — Tom Wood Copy Share
“He had one leg crossed over the other and sat with both hands resting casually in his lap. He wore a three-piece suit, silvery… — Tom Wood Copy Share
“Victor’s shadow fell over her and she looked up. She was surprisingly attractive, twenty-eight or — nine, pain in her delicate features, terror in… — Tom Wood Copy Share
