"You know, Miss Grey, I think you're right. Where on earth could that come from?" "There are seals on Lundy Island," Crake informed her. Situated in the maze of cobbled streets behind us in Appledore." "Now there's a dead seal coming in," Paula burst out, binoculars back in her hands, pressed against her eyes. He's mad keen to get out of here into the big wide world." "You're local?" Tweed enquired. "Very ambitious to get a big story in the national press. Jumps about a lot." "That will be our local reporter, Sam Sneed," Crake informed them. "He's sporting a deerstalker hat and a long check jacket. "The way he's įORBES, COLIN - SINISTER TIDE dressed," Newman replied. Like Tweed, he was quiet and stood with both hands in his pockets.
A short stocky man in a shabby overcoat, Crake stood next to Buchanan. "Can't imagine why." "What's odd about him?" Inspector Crake enquired. Whole beach is covered with them." "And there's an odd-looking chap nearer the sea using a video camera to record what's happening," Newman added. He glued his own pair of binoculars to his eyes, scanned the beach below. Poisoned by the sea is my best guess." "You must be wrong," Buchanan told him. Rock salmon, sea bass and mackerel if I'm not mistaken. He addressed Tweed, the Deputy Director of SIS and a man he had worked with for years. " Buchanan, tall, lean, in his forties, stood speaking as Bob Newman, international foreign correspondent, came running up the steps from the beach. "Because of the message that came into SIS headquarters in London. "I'm still wondering why you summoned me here so urgently." "I told you, Roy!" Tweed snapped. "With the tide still coming in he'll soon be washed up on the beach below us." "Must have fallen overboard from a fishing smack out at sea," commented Superintendent Roy Buchanan from Scotland Yard. On the opposite shore small houses, their walls whitewashed, glowed in the moonlight. They were leaning against the stone sea wall at Appledore, an old town located where the rivers Torridge and Taw met to form the wide estuary. "Look for yourself." She handed the night-vision binoculars to Tweed, standing beside her. "That man is dead," Paula Grey said, her tone sombre. A new moon cast a pallid light on the sea-sodden body. Prologue The dark wave, a motionless fisherman on its crest, rolled across the estuary north of Dartmoor towards them in the chill night. And equally, certain small villages in Britain are imagined and non-existent. The same principle of pure invention applies to all residences whether located in Britain or Europe. Printed and bound in Germany by Graphischer Grossbetrieb Possneck GmbH For my Editor, SUZANNE Author's Note All the characters portrayed are creatures of the author's imagination and bear no relationship to any living person. Any person who does any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the publishers. FORBES, COLIN - SINISTER TIDE Sinister Tide by Colin Forbes By the same author THIS UNITED STATE THE SISTERHOOD THE CAULDRON PRECIPICE FURY THE POWER BY STEALTH CROSS OF FIRE WHIRLPOOL SHOCKWAVE THE GREEK KEY DEADLOCK THE JANUS MAN COVER STORY TERMINAL THE LEADER AND THE DAMNED DOUBLE JEOPARDY THE STOCKHOLM SYNDICATE AVALANCHE EXPRESS THE STONE LEOPARD YEAR OF THE GOLDEN APE TARGET FIVE THE PALERMO AMBUSH THE HEIGHTS OF ZERVOS TRAMP IN ARMOUR COLIN FORBES SINISTER TIDE BCA1 LONDON NEW YORK SYDNEY TORONTO This edition published 2000 įORBES, COLIN - SINISTER TIDE By BCA By arrangement with Macmillan An imprint of Macmillari Publishers Ltd CN 2024 Copyright Colin Forbes 1999 The right of Colin Forbes to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
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