Kindle Notes & Highlights
warehouses in darkness, abandoned relics from a different era. In the old Saab’s headlights, the scene resembled an industrial ghost town. Staring out through the windscreen, Jonah was reminded that,
bars and restaurants were strung out like jewels. Here, though, all was darkness. The sprawling redevel-opment that had engulfed the rest of the docklands had, for some reason, bypassed this watery cul-de-sac. Although that wasn’t surprising, given its name. Jonah had thought it must be a joke, but no.
enjoying the late-summer evening after a handgun training session. His phone had rung while he was at the bar waiting to be served. He didn’t recognise the number, and almost didn’t bother taking it. But there were still people waiting their turn ahead of him, so after a moment he’d answered.
The big man’s shoulders and neck were thick with muscle, and his arms and chest threatened to burst the white T-shirt.
Crime Directorate, investigating human exploitation and organised crime. For a while Jonah had considered becoming a detective as well. He’d been told he had the aptitude by his superior officers, who’d urged him to sign up for the trainee detective programme.
Broken cobblestones showed through disintegrating asphalt, and the air was dank, smelling of salt water, rotting weeds and oil.
A cluster of barges were moored together on the tar-black water, bobbing in unsynchronised rhythm.
he could see where the quay ended at a lone warehouse that backed on to water on two sides. It was half hidden behind a framework of scaffolding, over which hung ragged sheets of translucent polythene.
attack as he fanned the beam around. None came. The light from his torch showed he was in a long, narrow room.
Jonah felt himself drawn closer. The bundles were each five or six feet in length, bound up with black gaffer tape. They were dusty, coated with white powder that made it impossible to see inside,
Her skin was crusted with dried blood. In places it was livid and blistered, caked with the same white dust that coated the sheeting. Her face was contorted with pain and fear, but neither that nor the darkness could disguise a striking beauty that made the sight of her now all the more grotesque. Wishing he had some water
