The Final Cut (A Brit in the FBI)

By Catherine Coulter, J. T. Ellison

From Catherine Coulter, the #1 manhattan Times-bestselling writer of the FBI mystery sequence, and J.T. Ellison, bestselling writer and ITW Award winner, comes the 1st publication in an excellent new foreign mystery sequence that includes a brand new hero: American-born, UK-raised Nicholas Drummond.

Scotland Yard’s new leader inspector Nicholas Drummond is at the first flight to manhattan while he learns his colleague, Elaine York, the “minder” of the Crown Jewels for the “Jewel of the Lion” express on the Metropolitan Museum of artwork, was once discovered murdered. Then the center-piece of the express, the notorious Koh-i-Noor Diamond, is stolen from the Queen Mother’s crown. Drummond, American-born yet raised within the united kingdom, is a gloomy, risky, fast-rising celebrity within the backyard who by no means backs down. And this situation isn't any exception.  
Special brokers Lacey Sherlock and Dillon Savich from Coulter’s bestselling FBI sequence don’t hesitate to aid Drummond locate the crafty overseas thief referred to as the Fox. Nonstop motion and excessive stakes accentuate because the chase will get lethal. The Fox will cease at not anything to carry the Koh-i-Noor to the fellow who believes in its lethal prophecy.  Nicholas Drummond, with his associate, FBI certain Agent Mike Caine, lay it at the line to retrieve the diamond for Queen and country.

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What used to be this approximately? 25 Nicholas hadn’t noticeable the girl but. Mike watched him stand to at least one aspect to permit Sherlock and Savich entry to the elevator first. As he stepped into the elevator, the girl referred to as his identify in an aesthetic British accessory, no longer not like Nicholas’s personal. “Nicky? Nicky Drummond? Is that you just? ” Nicholas had just a second to imagine you want to be joking sooner than she used to be on him. She threw her hands round him, then stood again, either arms on his hands. “Nicky, it truly is you. I had no proposal you have been in big apple.

He sniffed and lit a cigarette he’d most likely stolen. “I converse the reality. it's been two decades considering I final observed her. She doesn't care approximately me, i don't care approximately her. i've got no thought the place she is or what she’s performed to deliver you to me, cochon. I don’t care, both. in case you see her, remind her she has a death brother. ” He took an extended drag at the cigarette and shrugged. “Who understands? possibly she is going to ship me a few funds. Or her pal will. ” Nicholas flattened his arms at the desk and leaned shut. “What are you aware of your sister’s neighbors, Henri?

I must have recognized you wouldn’t do what you’re instructed. ” She shimmied less than the heart case to lie on her again beside him. “I’m the following, I’m staying. inform me what you’ve acquired. ” “It’s a regular mobilephone phone–activated explosive, like they use for IEDs in Afghanistan and Iraq, and suicide bomb vests. Vibration units it off; the ringer might be set to vibrate, and if the quantity is termed, the move will reason the set off to move. I’ll use a jamming frequency, get rid of the phone’s faceplate, minimize the cord to the ringer.

Penderley’s mobilephone rang. “You’re excused. ” Nicholas stalked off, annoyed, desirous to kick whatever, yet he headed directly for his automobile. One sore foot—surely that didn’t qualify as a foul final result. What used to be the purpose of an workout that didn’t accomplish the objective? In a true scenario, his activities may get him greater than a pat at the again. Up at 4 o’clock day after today morning back. thanks, sir. He’d simply positioned his hand at the gearshift whilst Penderley got here dashing towards the auto, waving his palms wildly to get Nicholas’s awareness.

Victoria’s eyes lit up. “Oh, you don’t comprehend the heritage of the stone? The Koh-i-Noor’s tale is sort of awesome. whilst it got here into Queen Victoria’s ownership in 1850, it was once 100 eighty-three carats, large, yet regrettably, rarely appealing. It was once uninteresting and badly lower. Diamonds are supposed to sparkle, and this one didn’t. At an exposition held to exhibit it, it seemed even much less extraordinary since it used to be poorly displayed in a gilded cage on darkish velvet. the general public complained loads Prince Albert, the Queen’s consort, employed a lapidary named Coster from Antwerp to recut the stone from a rose lower to a super, which might make it shine and glow and galvanize the British individuals with its attractiveness.

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