Murder In Plain Sight By Natasha Orme
Genre: Crime Thriller
In a city built on lies, trust is the deadliest weapon.
A red carpet premiere. A prison riot. A death in one of London’s most exclusive restaurants.
The connection should be impossible, but personal security specialist Jason Hunter knows better. Beneath the glamour and power lies a network built on greed, control, and secrets worth killing for.
As the pressure builds, Jason is forced into a dangerous game where every move could be his last. And in a world this corrupt, the truth won’t set you free… it will get you killed.
Will this fight be his last?
This book can be read as a standalone.
Excerpt:
Jason Hunter
Casino de Monte-Carlo, Monaco
Monday 30th May
I walked into the grand 19th-century hallway, with huge diamond chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and soft lighting throughout. It was magnificent. Everywhere I looked there was opulence and grandeur. Music thrummed from somewhere in the building and raucous laughter spilled out of the games hall. The space was filled with people coming and going, and waiters with champagne circled the room. I could see that most people had indulged in at least a few.
In fact, I swept my eyes around the room and guessed the guys in the suits stationed at strategic entrance and exit points were probably the only ones who were sober. I counted at least eight.
Unsure what do with myself, I moved further into the room, spying the slot machines and gambling tables through the main archway on the other side. It was meant to be the party to end all parties. A celebration of the Monaco Grand Prix being over for another year. A place where all the wealthy came together to let off some steam.
Stacey James, world-famous Formula One driver, had broken records this year. As well as being the first female in Formula One, she was showing everyone exactly what a woman could do; win. And it was exhilarating to watch. Not least of all because she lived in my house, slept in my bed, and filled my every waking thought.
The term ‘girlfriend’ felt too juvenile. I was a divorced dad of two in my mid-thirties, for God’s sake. I was well past calling someone my girlfriend. But we also hadn’t officially labelled our relationship. And I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
Since taking Stacy on as a client when she couldn’t shake her stalker, we’d been through a lot together. Her body double had been murdered in Budapest while standing in for her on the podium, and that had triggered a whole chain of events I know Stacey still struggled with.
Somewhere along the way, the boundaries of our professional relationship blurred. I’m never usually so unprofessional, but there was something about her; her sassiness, her strength, her take-the-world-by-the-balls attitude. God, I loved the woman.
And that’s why I was here, walking into the biggest casino in Monte Carlo at nearly one in the morning, looking for Stacey.
Last year, I’d been hired by popstar sensation Iris Mccleary to provide security for her UK tour. Specifically, to put some distance between her and any over-excited fans. My idea to provide a female-only team – an idea I’d gotten from Stacey – was a big win and Iris loved her security team.
For her upcoming world tour, Iris had only wanted one person on the job: yours truly. While I was flattered by her complete faith in me – let’s face it, the business needed the steady income – her insistence that I handle every little detail was time-consuming and meant I often had late nights and awkwardly timed meetings.
I’d been stuck in a Zoom meeting to discuss the US leg of her tour. The venue management team was proving to be tricky to deal with which had resulted in some last-minute rescheduling of meetings, working to California’s time zone and me jumping on a last-minute flight out of London to be here.
A waiter flitted by with a tray of champagne flutes. I plucked one up and looked around for some familiar faces.
I had no idea where Stacey was. Her stunning blonde hair would be easy to spot, but failing that, someone like Aldric St Pierre, her long-time friend and mentor, would probably be able to point me in the right direction.
I nodded to Jackson Yang, a tall, broad-shouldered guy I knew from Stacey’s security team, who stood sentry on the edge of the room. His eyes widened and his lips started moving, speaking into the almost invisible headset he wore.
His eyes flitted around the room nervously as he continued to speak into the headset. I frowned. What was he looking so on edge about?
He gave a firm nod and then swiftly closed the distance between us.
“Boss, we have a problem.”
About Author
I’m a book-loving, writing enthusiast. I love to travel, drink tea and pet every animal I meet. When I’m not elbow deep in the writing world, you can usually find me being silly and having fun with my young son.
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