Today is my stop on the Blog Tour for The Girl Who Got Revenge by Marnie Riches where I welcome Marnie to my blog where she has kindly provided me with an extract from her latest novel. I was thrilled to be asked by Sabah Khan from Avon Books to take part along with some other fab book bloggers. You can find out who else is taking part in this fabulous Blog Tour at the end of this piece so without further ado, here it is:
Scanning the black fields, he realised he might be too late. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he made out a path that led out among the maze of polytunnels, rippling in the wind. Tried to remember what it had all looked like during the daytime, but couldn’t. On his own in that desolate place, with the wind turbines whining in the background as they churned the night sky, he imagined Den Bosch’s men watching his every move; sentries waiting in the shadows, guns cocked. Was it possible George would send help?
Forging his way through the first field, he soon spotted a white glowing light in the distance, off to his right. It shone from crystalline structures on the horizon.
‘Greenhouses!’
Sinking to the ground, unable to make out anything of note, he traced careful fingers over the makeshift path spread out before him. Felt parallel furrows in the flattened soil. ‘A trolley. They’ve taken her to the greenhouse on a trolley.’
He started to run, panting and tiring more quickly than he would have hoped. He had once chased like a prize greyhound after serial killers, thieves and drug dealers. But he was older now. Bearing the scars of his difficult forties, he was no longer quite as fit. If Tamara died tonight and he was unlucky enough to live, he didn’t mind if Minks kicked him off the force. It was time, he decided. There, in the middle of a field of cabbages, he realised he was finished.
Crack.
The gunshot ripped through the cold air, bursting his heavy, choking bubble of self-doubt and nihilism. The wind whipped around his head, awakening his senses. There had been a flash of light from the direction of the greenhouses as the bullet had been discharged.
Crack. Another. This time, it hit. He was sent flying backwards, the breath knocked out of him as he hit the deck.
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