66 Metres: A chilling thriller that will keep you on the edge of your seat!
‘Masterfully paced…a cinematic and action-packed read that will have readers following Nadia to the ends of the Earth!’ – BestThrillers.comThe only thing worth killing for is family.Everyone said she had her father’s eyes. A killer’s eyes. Nadia knew that on the bitterly cold streets of Moscow, she could never escape her past – but in just a few days, she would finally be free.Bound to work for Kadinsky for five years, she has just one last mission to complete. Yet when she is instructed to capture The Rose, a military weapon shrouded in secrecy, Nadia finds herself trapped in a deadly game of global espionage.And the only man she can trust is the one sent to spy on her…The gripping first novel in a thrilling new series from J. F. Kirwan. Perfect for fans of Charles Cumming, Mark Dawson and Adam Brookes.‘A hearty mix of suspense, action, and a bit of espionage.’ Kirkus Reviews
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The only thing worth killing for is family.
Everyone said she had her fatherâs eyes. A killerâs eyes. Nadia knew that on the bitterly cold streets of Moscow, she could never escape her past â but in just a few days, she would finally be free.
Bound to work for Kadinsky for five years, she has one last mission to complete. Yet when she is instructed to capture The Rose, a military weapon shrouded in secrecy, Nadia finds herself trapped in a deadly game of global espionage.
And the only man she can trust is the one sent to spy on herâ¦
The gripping first novel in a thrilling new series from J. F. Kirwan. Perfect for fans of Charles Cumming, Mark Dawson and Adam Brookes.
66 Metres
J. F. Kirwan
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First published in Great Britain by HQ in 2016
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E-book Edition © August 2016 ISBN: 9780008207748
Version date: 2018-06-27
J.F. KIRWAN
In his day job, J. F. Kirwan travels worldwide, working on aviation safety. He lives in Paris, where he first joined a fiction class â and became hooked! So when a back injury stopped him scuba diving for two years, he wrote a thriller about a young Russian woman, Nadia, where a lot of the action occurred in dangerously deep waters. It was the only way he could carry on diving! But as the story and characters grew, he realised it was not one book, but three⦠J. F. Kirwan would love to hear from readers, you can follow him on Twitter at: @kirwanjf.
Contents
Thanks to my writer colleagues â Chris, Dimitri, Marie, Gwyneth and Mary Ellen â and to my pre-readers, Beatrice, Andy, Ruth and Simon, as well as to author reviewers Eve Seymour, Laura Wilkinson, Dionne McCulloch and Dave Poyer, and a very special thanks to my editor at Harper Collins, Charlotte, for helping me raise my game. Thanks also to my former diving buddies at the Birmingham University Diving Club and the Halden Diving Club, and anyone else Iâve had the pleasure of diving with on this blue planet, from Stoney Cove to Sipadan.
For my father, who loved thrillers.
The only thing worth killing for is family.
Her fatherâs words to her, the day theyâd come for him.
Sheâd been fourteen when two men in combat fatigues and balaclavas burst into the kitchen where she and her father were enjoying breakfast. The armed commandos hadnât seen his pistol lying beneath a folded newspaper. While her father struggled with the men, his eyes flicked between her and the weapon. She could have darted for it, threatened them, helped him. But she hesitated. The moment slipped past. They threw a black hood over his head, cuffed him, and dragged him away to be interrogated, tortured, executed and buried in the woods. A single thought haunted her ever since.
Had he known they would come?
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Four years later, Nadia picked up his Beretta, its dark metal cool in her hands. She checked and re-loaded the magazine. She walked to the window, took one last look at the wild garden where her father had taught her to shoot, and the gravel path leading through the pine forest to the banks of the Volga. There, sheâd learned first to swim, then to dive. Turning away, she stashed the pistol in her backpack and crept downstairs, hoping to escape unseen.
But her mother was waiting for her on the doorstep, arms folded. âYouâll end up a killer just like him, Nadia. Or a whore, like your sister.â
Nadia pushed by without replying. She passed through the creaking gate that had so often announced her fatherâs return, and breathed easier after the turn of the road. She waited an hour for the bus, partly hoping â but mainly dreading â that her mother would come running around the corner begging her to return.
