“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
“It doesn’t matter what I know about you because I’m never going to become a threat to you. Because you’re here to kill me, aren’t you?’ ‘Yes,’ Victor said.” — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“, ‘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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
