Ryan Lock Series Box Set (5-8) by Sean Black
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB |1.2 Mb
Ryan Lock Series: Follow military veterans Ryan Lock and Ty Johnson as they confront a dark conspiracy in a remote college town (THE INNOCENT), hunt down a cult group snatching young women from the streets of Los Angeles (FIRE POINT), broker a kidnap exchange in Budapest (BUDAPEST/48), and help a desperate father save his only child from an abusive school for teens (THE EDGE OF ALONE).
Over a thousand pages of action-packed, heart-pounding suspense.
‘This series is ace. There are deservedly strong Lee Child comparisons as the author is also a Brit, his novels US-based, his character appealing, and his publisher the same’ ‒ Sarah Broadhurst, Bookseller
‘This is a writer, and a hero, to watch’ ‒ Geoffrey Wansell, Daily Mail
‘Black’s style is supremely slick’ ‒ Jeremy Jehu, Daily Telegraph
‘The pace of Lee Child, and the heart of Harlan Coben’ ‒ Joseph Finder, New York Times Bestseller (Paranoia, Buried Secrets) ‘The heir apparent to Lee Child’ ‒ Ken Bruen, internationally bestselling author of The Guards
‘Ryan Lock is a protagonist tough enough to take on the Jacks of this world (that’s Bauer and Reacher)’ ‒ Russel McLean
‘Black’s star just keeps on rising’ ‒ Evening Telegraph
“You said you got a picture of the car?’ Tromso asked, as the younger cop waited with the kid while a female officer was summoned.
Malik nodded and pulled out his cell phone. Tromso took it from him and studied the grainy image.
‘Outstanding, Coach! You got the plate and everything. Y’know, most people wouldn’t think to take a picture.’
‘You have any idea whose car it is?’ Malik asked.
‘No, but we’ll find them,’ said Tromso.
As he’d handed over his cell phone, Malik had caught sight of the time. It was after one in the morning. Kim would be worried if she had woken up and found him gone.
‘Listen, Chief, if you don’t mind, I have a game tomorrow.’
‘Right, of course. Go Wolves,’ said Tromso, in a way that undid whatever improved feelings Malik had for him. Tromso held up the cell. ‘I’m going to need to copy this. Do you mind if I keep a hold of it?’
Malik grimaced. ‘I kind of need it for work.’
‘I’ll drop it back first thing. You’re on Beech Avenue, right? I’ll be able to bring you up to speed on what we’ve found out too,’ Tromso said, with a nod to the locker room.
‘Sure,’ said Malik. ‘I guess that’s okay.”