Wyatt’s Hurricane

Wyatt’s Hurricane
Desmond Bagley

Action thriller by the classic adventure writer set in the islands of the Caribbean.Ferocious Hurricane Mabel is predicted to pass harmlessly amongst the islands of the Caribbean. But David Wyatt has developed a sixth sense about hurricanes. He is convinced that Mabel will change course to strike the island of San Fernandez and its capital, St Pierre. But nobody believes him, and the hurricane is only one of the problems that threaten San Fernandez…

DESMOND BAGLEY

Wyatt’s Hurricane

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First published in Great Britain by Collins 1966

Copyright © Brockhurst Publications 1966

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Source ISBN: 9780008211158

Ebook Edition © January 2017 ISBN: 9780008211431

Version: 2016-11-23

CONTENTS

Cover (#uf01400c7-a469-542d-b143-bea48fcb4fb3)

Title Page (#u43068a86-66e1-5f43-a9a9-012e272a531d)

Copyright (#u7e73f690-b5fe-52ea-b2cb-2819380b4ad0)

Wyatt’s Hurricane (#u6012406b-bd58-5134-8f22-480a97a7fd14)

Dedication (#u567fd092-dc3d-54ab-accd-85a371b54d3f)

Epigraph (#u8d3a43d7-2431-5e3d-abfa-3b3d614bac42)

One (#u73091770-1c4d-5293-aa3c-b6519312f061)

Two (#u1fb7684e-d4ef-5511-9a1a-05abd5fdc6c2)

Three (#ua425f411-56ca-5a13-833c-d28d6a99ffba)

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Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

By the Same Author (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

WYATT’S HURRICANE (#ulink_956145db-49ca-529f-b655-5ebc236f4342)

DEDICATION (#ulink_dfdfebe2-de4d-575b-a09f-a8cafa6759ce)

This one is for Jimmy Brown

EPIGRAPH (#ulink_b9e3e53f-8ff9-5484-89d9-a7e7735ba89a)

With the blast of thy nostrils the waters were gathered together, the floods stood upright as a heap, and the depths were congealed in the heart of the sea.

The enemy said, I will pursue, I will overtake, I will divide the spoil; my lust shall be satisfied upon them; I will draw my sword, my hand shall destroy them.

Thou didst blow with thy wind, the sea covered them, they sank as lead in the mighty waters.

EXODUS: ch. 15, vv. 8–10

ONE (#ulink_dbf9f95e-97a8-5fd7-bf68-f1e819b72c34)

The Super-Constellation flew south-east in fair weather, leaving behind the arc of green islands scattered across the crinkled sea, the island chain known as the Lesser Antilles. Ahead, somewhere over the hard line of the Atlantic horizon, was her destination – a rendezvous with trouble somewhere north of the Equator and in that part of the Atlantic which is squeezed between North Africa and South America.

The pilot, Lieutenant-Commander Hansen, did not really know the exact position of contact nor when he would get there – he merely flew on orders from a civilian seated behind him – but he had flown on many similar missions and knew what was expected of him, so he relaxed in his seat and left the flying to Morgan, his co-pilot. The Lieutenant-Commander had over twelve years’ service in the United States Navy and so was paid $660 a month. He was grossly underpaid for the job he was doing.

The aircraft, one of the most graceful ever designed, had once proudly flown the North Atlantic commercial route until edged out by the faster jets. So she had been put in mothballs until the Navy had need of her and now she wore United States Navy insignia. She looked more battered than seemed proper in a Navy plane – the leading edge of her wings was pitted and dented and the mascot of a winged cloud painted on her nose was worn and abraded – but she had flown more of these missions than her pilot and so the wear and tear was understandable.