Jimmy Coates: Target

Jimmy Coates: Target
Joe Craig

Jimmy’s back in the electrifying sequel to Jimmy Coates: Killer. Stand back for this high-speed adventure, packed with surprises, danger and escape against the odds.“Jimmy's fingers were slipping. Smeared with blood, he had hardly any grip. He had to hold on. Mitchell chopped his hand down hard into Jimmy's shoulder, cutting off the nerves to his fingers. Staring up into Mitchell's ice-cold eyes, Jimmy fell into the shredder.”Jimmy Coates is still on the run – and this time NJ7 are pulling no punches. They’re out for blood, and even though Jimmy has gone into hiding in France, they still track him down.Jimmy might think that life could hold no further surprises for him – but he’s very, very wrong.

Jimmy Cortes: Target

Joe Craig

Table of Contents

Cover Page (#u6cbb0f87-cefe-5f4f-857a-b1f9a6224b0b)

Title Page (#uf3339112-fe64-58cb-918b-336d6f831676)

ELEVEN YEARS PREVIOUSLY… (#u52680477-eecd-538b-9473-c1e2b5e68991)

CHAPTER ONE – UNO STOVORSKY (#uf9caa8bb-d62c-50bf-9623-10e2d6ae1c03)

CHAPTER TWO – BROTHERS (#ub13eb8f8-dedf-57bf-a6ff-5fda87abb12d)

CHAPTER THREE – SPECIAL DELIVERY (#u4227302c-14dd-526d-8a0e-66564f91ee60)

CHAPTER FOUR – MISSION (#uc7ca2f2e-af50-5310-b401-739fe54f3195)

CHAPTER FIVE – IT’S RAINING UMBRELLAS (#ubf2af88e-0ada-547c-a97a-9ea45c4194dc)

CHAPTER SIX – SOME BOY (#uc6a3dc35-5b55-5a52-9d5b-cf27536a614c)

CHAPTER SEVEN – ALWAYS RECYCLE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHT – DEFECTION (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINE – VARGAS MEETS ESTAFETTE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TEN – HOMECOMING (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ELEVEN – SOLITARY REFINEMENT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWELVE – HEART ATTACK (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN – CORTES UNCOATED (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN – MURDER REMEMBERED (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN – FORT EINSMOOR (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN – COUNTRY RETREAT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN – POWER (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN – SANOWICH WITH BITE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINETEEN – MANHUNT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWENTY – WAR (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE – REUNION (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO – INVASION (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE – DERTH BY SHADOW (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR – KILLERS OR HEROES? (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE – BROTHERS RGRIN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX – A QUESTION OF BLOOD (#litres_trial_promo)

JIMMY COATES REVENGE (#litres_trial_promo)

Acknowledgements (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

Also by Joe Craig (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

ELEVEN YEARS PREVIOUSLY… (#ulink_dce7f052-3d2e-5b05-b08f-486b6041ff65)

THE ONLY THING that distinguished this man from everyone else on the bridge was his stillness. His collar was turned up against the wind of a typical Parisian autumn and his hat was pulled down to his eyes. Nobody noticed him. Then, with one deep sigh, he marched through the fog towards the Île St Louis. / hope nobody will have to die today, he thought.

He reached a familiar wooden door. A sharp jab with his elbow snapped the old lock and he slipped through unobserved. Around him was a small courtyard he didn’t bother to inspect. Instead, he eyed the fourth floor of the adjacent building. Drizzle slicked the drainpipe when he clasped it, but he heaved himself up, strong and persistent. He hauled himself on to the balcony, careful to land silently, and drew his gun. It felt familiar yet horrible in his grip. It’s just a precaution, he told himself.

After only a moment, he burst through the flimsy balcony doors. “Levez les mains!” he shouted.

An elderly man sat proudly at his desk among piles of papers. “There’s no need to speak to me in French, Ian,” he announced with just a hint of an accent as he raised his hands above his head. “And there’s no need to point a gun at me. If you’re going to shoot, shoot. If not, let’s talk.”

“You should have run further away, Doctor.”

“Where could I have gone that NJ7 wouldn’t find me?” Still the gun pointed at the doctor’s head, but neither man blinked. Dr Memnon Sauvage rose slowly and edged round his desk.

“You know I can’t come with you,” he continued. “What I’ve done can’t be undone, no matter what Hollingdale does to me.”

“Turn round and put your hands behind your back,” the other man replied flatly.

“How’s Helen?” The doctor stayed facing the way he was. “Has the baby been born? It must be any day now.” Despite huge effort, Ian Coates’s face flickered.