PROLOGUE
FEBRUARY 19 10:54 (GMT+1). La première table de roulette, Casino de Monte-Carlo, French Riviera
âPlace your bets! Mesdames et messieurs â faites vos jeux!â The croupierâs voice rang out.
The roulette wheel spun, numbers flashed past, and for a few moments all possibilities existed at once.
An agent of the Global Non-governmental Threat Response Committee (commonly known as the G&T) prepared to place a five-hundred-euro bet on number 35 black.
The agent, beneath a heavy disguise, was Dr Al Allenby, six foot two inches of angular, eccentric cool; a scientist trapped in the soul of an artist.
His nephew, Infinity Drake â aka Finn â thought him the best uncle in the world. Al thought himself the worst. It was all his fault Finn had been shrunk, all his fault heâd subsequently been captured, all his fault for creating the Boldklub reduction process in the first place, something the worldâs greatest terrorist, David Anthony Pytor Kaparis, wanted so badly.
Twice Kaparis had tried to blackmail the world into handing over the Boldklub secret; once by releasing the apocalyptic Scarlatti Wasp, more recently by creating a swarm of deadly nano-bots in Shanghai. Twice he had been thwarted, by a 9mm high Infinity Drake.
Infinity Drake: missing, presumed dead.
Until now.
âPlace your bets! Mesdames et messieurs â¦â
The silver ball began to lose momentum as it orbited the spinning wheel.
After months of silence â of endless searching, with no result â the G&T had at last received some grainy video footage of what appeared to be Finn, together with a message from Kaparis proposing a deal: a handover of the boy in exchange for the key Boldklub fractal equations>1. To consent to the deal, a five-hundred-euro bet would be placed on 35 black at the casino in Monte Carlo at a specified time. An exchange would then take place in the smoking area on the street outside. The equations would be on a memory stick. The 9mm hostage, Infinity Drake, would be inside the aluminium tube of a Cohiba Espléndido fine cigar.
It was a foolâs gambit, but Al was desperate.
âLast chance, faites vos jeux! Place your bets, mesdames et messieurs â¦â called the croupier.
The rich, mainly elderly players placed safe bets.
Al placed a blue five-hundred-euro chip on number 35 black. The deal was on.
The ball cracked against the spinning wheel then bounced like Alâs heart around his chest.
âNo more bets! Mesdames et messieurs â rien ne va plus!â
This was it. The culmination of five months of heartache and uncertainty. Al could not wait to see Finn, to bring him back to size at Hook Hall. He could not wait to hold him, to hang out with him, to eat junk food and play Xbox for nine hours straight. He could not wait to see his late sister, Finnâs mother, in his eyes, or for Alâs own mother â Finnâs epic grandma â to find peace again.