Internationally bestselling author Wilbur Smith returns with Vicious Circle--a heart-racing story of family secrets, greed, and revenge.
Hector Cross left behind a career of high risks and warfare when he married his beloved Hazel Bannock. But after his new life is tragically upended, he recognizes the ruthless hand of an old enemy behind the attack.
Determined to fight back, Hector draws together a team of his most loyal friends and fellow warriors to hunt down those who pursue him and his loved ones. For he and Hazel have a child, a precious daughter, whom he will go to the ends of the earth to protect.
Soon, however, Hector learns that the threat comes not just from his old enemies, but also Hazel's. Brutal figures from her family's past―thought long gone―are returning, with an agenda so sinister that Hector realizes he is facing a new type of adversary. One whose deadly methods and dark secrets will lead Hector to a series of crimes so shocking that he has no choice but to settle the score.
had left La Ceiba with only eleven crew members on board. She must return with the same complement; otherwise the suspicions of the port officials would be roused. As soon as the sun cleared the horizon Miguel ordered the captives to be brought up from the forecastle to the cockpit. Sacha was completely confused and disorientated. She did not understand what was happening to them. She was even unaware of her own nudity. She stood blinking in the bright sunlight, and she kept asking Bryoni where
the approach to the bridge over the River Test there was a fine view back to the house. Hazel pulled over for a moment. She could seldom resist the temptation to gloat over what she humbly referred to as ‘simply the finest Georgian building in existence’. Brandon Hall had been built in 1752 by Sir William Chambers for the Earl of Brandon. He was the same architect who had built Somerset House on The Strand. Brandon Hall had been shamefully neglected and rundown when Hazel acquired it. When
side in the doorway of the cockpit. Bernie swivelled around in the left-hand pilot’s seat to greet them. ‘Sleep well?’ He smothered a grin. ‘Marvellous,’ Hector told him. ‘Plain bloody marvellous. How much longer have we got to run, Bernie?’ ‘Don’t ask me.’ Bernie shrugged. ‘I’m just the driver. Ask your navigator.’ ‘How are we doing, Nella?’ Hector turned to her. ‘Forty-three minutes to destination. That big shiny thing out there ahead of us is Lake Tanganyika.’ Hector and Jo stood side by
not the home that one might expect belonged to a high-ranking cleric or important government functionary. Most of Hector’s escort stopped at the bottom of the stairs, but two of them flanked him and took hold of his arms from either side to lead him up the steps onto the veranda. Hector shrugged their hands away irritably, and they did not insist. He went up the stairs two at a time and paused as he reached the porch. The door facing him was open and he crossed to it with long determined strides
you, man,’ Bonzo growled at him. Bryoni was weeping bitterly with shock and pain. Cookie hugged her to her bosom and told her, ‘Hush up, my baby. He not going to hurt you no more. You safe now.’ She reached out and lifted the bedside telephone handset from its cradle and dialled 911. The call was answered almost immediately. ‘Young girl just been raped here. She’s bleeding pretty bad. We caught the pervert done it to her. Send the police.’ The blue-uniformed police arrived in two squad cars