Here's a fresh extract from Behead the Serpent....Another murder mystery thriller that will have everyone out of breath...

There's been a shooting... a crime... a burglary.... There's a chase on and that's where we join the book....

‘There he is,’ yelled Barney. ‘Stop him, Harry.’
Without a moment’s thought, Harry Reynolds reached out to try and catch Conor but the Irishman was too slippery.
Taking a stride into the rain, Harry joined the pursuit.
Pulling his gun again, Conor snapped off two wild shots in the direction of his pursuers.
But Conor didn’t wait to see Barney and Max simultaneously crash to the ground to avoid the bullets.
Screaming!
The sound of gunfire panicked the crowd and a loud scream rent the air as Conor carved through the horde of shoppers and sprinted towards the clock tower.
They were up and chasing again with Barney shouting into his radio, Max pushing his way through the screeching crowd, and Harry Reynolds yelling, ‘Stop him! Somebody stop him!’
On reaching the clock tower cafe, Conor spun round and took aim at his chasers.
Diving for cover, Barney collided headlong into a litter bin cemented into the ground and Max threw himself onto the ground.
A siren sounded as a police car neared the market.
‘Blat! Blat!’ Two more shots from Conor were way off target. Snapping the trigger again, he realised the chamber was empty.
Then there was the sure turn of an engine from somewhere close by and Conor was out of the market and crossing the road with his empty weapon waving aimlessly at his pursuers.
You’re going nowhere, thought Max.
Suddenly, a mast appeared in Max’s vision and he lost his bearings.
One, two, three, four strides and a huge jump saw Conor leap over the harbour wall onto a waiting vessel. In midair, Conor’s arms rotated for speed and length and in those precious seconds, he loosened grip of his gun and it clattered to the ground.
Max didn’t see Conor land but he heard the heavy fall landing on the yacht’s deck.
Abruptly, two outboard motors exploded into life and the long vertical wooden mast moved away from the wall and into the mainstream of the dock.
Max took in the mast; the furled sail, the wooden deck and a yacht bearing the name, ‘SERPENT’, on its hull. Next to the vessel’s name, Max took in the image of a strange looking sea creature which adorned the hull. It resembled the shape of a sea serpent from the tales of ancient mariners long ago.
There was the vague outline of another man in the Serpent’s cabin as the vessel’s wake churned its getaway. Moments later, Conor O’Keefe appeared at the yacht’s stern and cheekily waved to the helpless Max.
A police car, lights flashing, siren wailing, radio blaring, arrived at the harbour side.
Slowly, Max turned from the disappearing yacht and a smiling crook and spoke to the patrol car driver, P.C Jim Temple. ‘Too late, Jim! Too late! He was too quick for us and bloody lucky, that’s all.’
‘I came as soon as I got the call,’ countered PC Temple.
‘At least we know who we’re looking for, Jim. But can you get on the radio and chase up the ambulance,’ suggested Max. ‘We’ve got an officer down and Barney wrapped around a block of cement somewhere!’

The chase is well and truly on - this is the third in the Davies King trilogy, what will Davies think when he catches up with his crew?

More importantly, why are the crew on board the Serpent planning to attack the national grid. The cyber war is in full flight as the lights slowly go out across the UK, Holland, Northern Europe, and North America..... You'll need a torch to read this one.

Paul Anthony