Death Trip
Take a journey into the dark and dangerous world of Sunday Times bestseller Lee Weeks – if you dare…Every mother’s worst nightmare…Five missing teenagers. A refugee camp up in flames. A life ripped apart.Detective Johnny Mann is fighting to pick up the pieces of his life after the brutal murder of his father. When a woman approaches him on a sultry Amsterdam night, his world is rocked by a secret – a secret that will lead him across the world to Thailand, on an undercover hunt for five missing teens who have disappeared without trace on a volunteer trip. But what connects Mann to the vanished volunteers? Who is the woman in charge of their fates? And how far will Mann make it in a world of corruption and worse? DEATH TRIP is a dark, twisting read where nothing and nobody is quite what it seems.DEATH TRIP is the third thriller in Lee Weeks’ bestselling Johnny Mann series.
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Death Trip
Lee Weeks
Published by Avon
An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF
First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins 2009
This edition published 2016
Copyright © Lee Weeks 2009
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Source ISBN: 9781847561268
Ebook Edition © May 2016 ISBN: 9780008185268 Version: 2016-04-08
For my children Ginny and Robert who have given me so much more then I’ve given them.
Contents
Mae Klaw Refugee Camp, Thai/Burma border, April 3rd 2006
‘Down on your knees!’
Saw Wah Say forced Anna to kneel as he pulled her head back by her blonde ponytail and held a knife to her throat. All around them, bamboo houses burst into flames, sending plumes of sparks up into the night sky.
Saw’s bare chest rose and fell, wet from blood and sweat, glistening in the hellish glare of the napalm. He stood over Anna and twisted her hair in his hand. He watched it fall like liquid gold through his gnarled fingers as he stretched her neck up.
Anna squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath as he ran the blade along her throat. Saw grinned at the other four young volunteers, dragged out from their hiding place and now held at gunpoint. All around them people ran screaming, trapped within the barbed wire walls of the refugee camp, whilst Saw’s men picked them off.
‘What do you want from us?’ Jake cried out. ‘We have no money.’
Saw grinned at Jake; his teeth were stained dark red from betel berries; his eyes were black as a rattlesnake’s. Saw’s head was shaved like a monk’s but Saw was no priest. His soul had long since dropped into some place dark. Anna gasped and a trickle of blood ran down her neck.
‘Stop, you bastard.’ Jake lashed out. But Saw’s deputy Ditaka was strong and he held Jake’s face down in the dirt. Jake could smell the napalm gasoline on his hands. Saw tilted his head to the side to look at Jake. He grinned.
‘You came into my kingdom. I did not invite you. Here I am God.’ Ditaka pushed Jake’s face further into the dirt. Saw’s men began closing in on the five like hungry wolves. Saw threw his head back and howled to the burning sky as Anna whimpered and the blade cut deeper into her neck. Then his black eyes came back to stare coldly at Jake. ‘Your parents will pay, or you will die. The world will know the name…Saw Wah Say.’
Amsterdam, April 17th 2006
Johnny Mann was bathed in the pink warm glow of Casa Roso before he got anywhere near it. Two-metre-high photos of flushed-faced couples threw off an oozy glow.
‘With drinks,’ Mann said as he collected his tokens before taking a left and climbing the illuminated stairwell into the bar and small upper viewing area.
In exchange for one of his tokens he got a large vodka on the rocks from the golden-haired cherub behind the bar. Mann looked around. The place was empty except for a handful of bored-looking American lads who occupied the front two rows.
