Ghost Ship (The NUMA Files)
Clive Cussler, Graham Brown
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An explosive NUMA® adventure featuring hero Kurt Austin from New York Times bestselling author Clive Cussler...
When Kurt Austin is injured attempting to rescue the passengers and crew from a sinking yacht, he wakes with fragmented and conflicted memories. Did he see an old friend and her children drown? Or was the yacht abandoned when he came aboard?
Determined to know the truth, he soon finds himself descending into a shadowy world of state-sponsored cybercrime, and uncovering a pattern of vanishing scientists, suspicious accidents, and a web of human trafficking.
With the help of Joe Zavala, he takes on the sinister organization at the heart of this web, facing off with them in locations ranging from Monaco to North Korea to the rugged coasts of Madagascar. But where he will ultimately end up even he could not begin to guess—except maybe in death…
as the large trees. The horse raised its head and neighed. Somehow, the act brought the woman to her senses. She backed off and looked toward the small island once more. She didn’t know what lay beneath the reddish soil. And suddenly she didn’t want to know. She only wanted to leave, to get out of there, before the truth was revealed. She turned the horse sharply, pulling its head around, and kicking her heels into its sides. “Come on,” she said. “Yah!” With a willing surge, the horse took
Sebastian studied Kurt from behind Sienna. By now he’d tucked in so close that only his right eye could see past her to Kurt and his menacing glare. And yet even with that limited view, he had no doubt that Austin would fire. He’d lost this woman too many times already. He seemed unwilling to lose her again. It left Sebastian only one choice. With Sienna held tight against him, he reached across her body and pulled a tiny remote unit from his pocket. To Kurt it looked a lot like the one Calista
jaw, the bright blue eyes, the mane of platinum-gray hair. “I have a question,” the man said. “No more questions,” Forrester replied. Westgate paused at the door, eyeing the man. It dawned on him suddenly. Kurt Austin. Before he got a chance to say anything, Austin spoke again. “Where were you?” “Excuse me?” Westgate said. Forrester stepped between the two men. “I said no more questions.” Forrester made the mistake of putting his hands on Austin and soon found himself spun around, his arm
ahead,” he said. “At last.” The gray bulk of the target began to grow larger, though it was hard to calculate distance in the dark. “Cut our speed,” Paul said. “Give us ten knots.” The roar of the engine dropped down to a heavy purr, and the wind noise lessened as the FRC slowed appreciably. It didn’t appear they were dealing with a threat. Paul glanced at Gamay. “So much for a trap,” he said. “Famous last words.” They moved in closer, and the black hulk in the darkness began blocking out
find one. All those people lost and never found. I’ve heard that angry spirits cling to the last place they were alive. Haunting it. Waiting for someone to find them and set them free.” With Elena going on about ghosts, Gamay felt the prickle of goose bumps on her skin. “I’ll take a ghost over another crocodile any day,” she said. It took a while but they’d soon checked through every one of the first-class cabins. “Notice something?” Gamay asked. “No clothing. No luggage,” Elena said. “And