City Of A Thousand Spies: (The Conor McBride Series - Mystery, Suspense Thriller Book 3)

City Of A Thousand Spies: (The Conor McBride Series - Mystery, Suspense Thriller Book 3)

Kathryn Guare

Language: English

Pages: 350

ISBN: B00TP9PW14

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


The latest installment in an acclaimed series is now available!

Every face hides a secret. Every legend tells a lie.

Conor McBride has accepted bargains he may live to regret - assuming he lives through them at all. He's taken an undercover assignment in exchange for the chance to resume his career as a solo violinist. He's also agreed to a proposal from the woman he loves, but it isn't the type he had in mind. When their simple mission turns complicated, Conor and Kate discover everyone is hiding something - secrets as twisted as the fabled lanes of an old world city. Unraveling them will be anything but simple, or safe.

Excerpt:

As soon as night falls, darkness becomes your weapon. Use it, or you’ll find it used against you.

She scrambled up the steep incline, repeating the words to herself like a mantra, like a prayer she was trying to believe in, willing them to produce the effect she needed. Invisibility. Concealment.

When Conor had offered this advice—his face solemn, as if reciting a piece of ancient wisdom—she’d tried to match his mood, but ended up annoying him with an ill-timed giggle. Kate wasn’t laughing now. The situation was more frightening than anything she’d prepared for, and her strategy was unraveling.

Instead of heading for the summit she should have taken the last side trail to slip back along a different route. She’d realized her mistake a few minutes earlier, when the forested mountainside began dropping away. It seemed as though the unseen hand of an artist was rubbing at the scenery, thinning the composition. The higher she climbed, the fewer the trees. Eventually, there would be none. She would emerge like wild game flushed from its cover—a solid, unobstructed target.

It was too late to double back now, but with the cloud cover of a March evening speeding its arrival, the weapon she’d been waiting for finally appeared. Darkness. It poured over the mountain, an inky tide arriving exactly on time. Within a shrinking sphere of visibility Kate paused to listen for a sign of pursuit.

Earlier, she’d been able to detect it—a distant thump of booted feet on the trail, more vibration than sound. Methodical. Relentless. The beat of it in the ground under her feet had unnerved her, but its absence was worse.

Pebbles from eroding stone shifted beneath her feet. She cringed at the rattle echoing through the otherwise silent forest. Scrambling up the final steep section of rock, she pulled herself onto an outcrop of ledge and stood motionless on the summit. At the corner of her eye something shivered in a thicket of evergreens, and she spun to face it. A bird? A rustle of wind? Something else? Kate focused on the indistinct shape of the trees, but the movement had subsided.

She relaxed and took a long breath, wiping the sweat from her forehead, but when she turned he was right there, his dark figure filling the space in front of her, extinguishing what light remained. She screamed and reflexively took a step away, then felt herself toppling back over the ledge. A hand shot out and yanked her forward. She heard him grunt as one of her windmilling arms connected with his chin. Off-balance himself, he slammed her onto the ground and fell on top of her. Kate landed hard, flat on her back, and felt the air explode from her lungs like a shot being fired.

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Just after five o’clock the next morning, Lukas rattled them awake with a phone call, delivering two extraordinary bits of news: Sonia and Leo had disappeared from the Embassy, along with all of their luggage, and the empty home of Martin and Petra Labut was engulfed in flames. “Do you want to go see it?” Kate asked after the call had ended. “Not particularly,” Conor said. “Do you?” “No, but I’m glad it’s burning.” “So am I.” Conor wondered which path Sonia had decided to follow, whether it

he had pretty much tossed that one off to the side. “How—” Kate stopped, apparently questioning her authority to pursue the idea, but Conor urged her to continue. He was game for a little more insanity if she was. “How would you go about it?” “He left his jacket behind,” Winnie said, pleased to be taken seriously. “I found a hotel room key in the pocket. No name or address, but there’s the room number, and I thought I could poke around a bit, see if I could find the place.” Conor had to admit

he had pretty much tossed that one off to the side. “How—” Kate stopped, apparently questioning her authority to pursue the idea, but Conor urged her to continue. He was game for a little more insanity if she was. “How would you go about it?” “He left his jacket behind,” Winnie said, pleased to be taken seriously. “I found a hotel room key in the pocket. No name or address, but there’s the room number, and I thought I could poke around a bit, see if I could find the place.” Conor had to admit

no intention of returning the favor, but she wondered how he’d discovered the Minister of Culture was the leader of the New Přemyslids. Sonia said Martin kept himself in the shadows, letting his second-in-command serve as the network’s public face. She believed Ghorbani didn’t know his identity. Kate strained for a better look at Martin, curious to see how he was coping with the news that his mistress—and the mother of his son—was an MI6 agent who’d been spying on him for almost two years. The

jumped at the volume of his voice, indicating Ghorbani was inadvertently speaking directly into the wire’s microphone. “That will hold you, I think. So, goodnight. I’ve enjoyed the conversation. It would be a pity to kill you. We’ll see what tomorrow brings, shall we?” “Yes.” Unlike his, Kate’s voice sounded small and weak, completely spent. “We will.” Within minutes Ghorbani was snoring, and she spoke again, to her larger audience this time. “I’m not sure what happens now. I guess I’ll try to

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