Donald Brennan has stumbled on a terrible secret in the deepest Amazon jungle. If his pursuers catch up with him, his death is a certainty.
Kelly McBride, owner and captain of the 48-foot tramp Shamrock Gal, has problems of her own just keeping body and soul together, and the only way she'll help Ray Brennan find out what happened to his brother is if he pays her. Handsomely. But she soon finds out that some things are more important than money. Like the life of a man. A very important man . . .
Alastair MacNeill made his name when he assumed the mantle of the late Alistair MacLean and wrote seven bestselling novels based on storylines left after MacLean's death. He burst into print in his own right with The Devil's Door, and now follows it with a tense, explosive thriller of political assassination and greed set on the murky, dangerous waters of the Amazon and in the mean streets and smoky back rooms of New York.
Donald Brennan was beyond physical exhaustion as he fled through the jungle, kept going only by an overwhelming sense of fear. He was drenched in sweat, his face and arms covered in scratches from overhanging branches. He’d long since lost his bearings. Not that it mattered any more. His only concern was to stay alive. A sudden movement caught his eye. He turned sharply, to see a startled white-tailed deer scamper into the bushes, lost his footing and fell heavily to the ground. The machete spun from his hand, landing in dense undergrowth. He could hear the tracker dogs barking excitedly - quite close now. He had to keep moving. Then he heard rushing water. A river. If he could just reach it . . .
Kelly McBride, owner and captain of the 48-foot tramp Shamrock Gal, has problems of her own just keeping body and soul together, and the only way she'll help Ray Brennan find out what happened to his brother is if he pays her. Handsomely. But she soon finds out that some things are more important than money. Like the life of a man. A very important man . . .
Alastair MacNeill made his name when he assumed the mantle of the late Alistair MacLean and wrote seven bestselling novels based on storylines left after MacLean's death. He burst into print in his own right with The Devil's Door, and now follows it with a tense, explosive thriller of political assassination and greed set on the murky, dangerous waters of the Amazon and in the mean streets and smoky back rooms of New York.
Donald Brennan was beyond physical exhaustion as he fled through the jungle, kept going only by an overwhelming sense of fear. He was drenched in sweat, his face and arms covered in scratches from overhanging branches. He’d long since lost his bearings. Not that it mattered any more. His only concern was to stay alive. A sudden movement caught his eye. He turned sharply, to see a startled white-tailed deer scamper into the bushes, lost his footing and fell heavily to the ground. The machete spun from his hand, landing in dense undergrowth. He could hear the tracker dogs barking excitedly - quite close now. He had to keep moving. Then he heard rushing water. A river. If he could just reach it . . .
