Sacred Sword (Ben Hope 7) Read Free Page B

from the shower. There was only one possible conclusion to draw.
    Ben had slipped away unseen. From Portugal he’d beaten a hazardous path to Italy, from there to Monaco, then Georgia and back to Rome. Along the way, he and Darcey Kane had joined forces to defeat the gangsters who were trying to kill them, and unmask a conspiracy at the heart of British Intelligence. One of the toughest parts of the job had been escaping the amorous clutches of the – he had to admit it – extremely attractive and alluring raven-haired Darcey. When it was all over and they’d ended up at a loose end together in Rome, she’d made it very clear to him that her idea of a weekend in the eternal city wasn’t about visiting the Sistine Chapel and the Colosseum. ‘I won’t give up, you know’ had been Darcey’s disappointed parting words to him as he headed back home to France. ‘I always get my man in the end.’
    The first thing Ben had done on his return to Le Val had been to check the diary for Brooke’s next lecture. He’d made sure he wasn’t around when she arrived, and as a pretext to stay away for the two days of her visit he’d made up a story about needing to drive to Nantes to check out a new security system for the armoury room, and from there to Paris to see a prospective client. In reality, he was lying low in a hotel just a few miles away in Valognes. He was all too aware of how weak and pathetic he was acting, but he couldn’t help it. He’d sooner have faced a charging bull than get into a confrontation with Brooke.
    Jeff Dekker, the former SBS commando who was Ben’s right-hand man at Le Val, had finally cracked under the strain of having to cover for him all the time, and called him on his mobile. ‘Jesus, Ben. What the hell is going on with you two? She’s upset and confused. First she comes back from holiday to find out that her boyfriend’s been arrested and chased all around Europe by the cops, now you’re avoiding her like she’s got leprosy. You can’t go on like this, mate.’
    ‘I don’t want to talk about it.’
    Brooke’s flight home from nearby Cherbourg back to London had been booked for 7.15 on the evening of her second day. Just after eight, feeling quite miserable and shamefaced, Ben had come skulking back to Le Val and headed for the farmhouse kitchen to pour himself a glass of wine. He’d been so preoccupied that he’d failed to sense anyone else’s presence in the room.
    ‘Were you just going to sneak around behind my back?’ Her voice sounded taut with emotion.
    Ben almost dropped his glass. He whirled around.
    Brooke got up from the chair in the corner where she’d been waiting for him. Her face was flushed almost as red as the auburn of her hair, and there was a glint of fury in her green eyes. ‘Aren’t you even going to tell me who she is, then?’
    ‘Who?’ Ben managed, totally confused.
    Brooke snorted. ‘Who? Do you think I’m stupid? I’ve
talked
to her, Ben. She called here. You were off sneaking around trying to avoid me, so I happened to pick up the phone.’
    ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’
    ‘Really? “Lovely time together in Rome? Must do it again sometime?” Not ringing any bells?’
    Ben stared blankly for a moment, then it hit him. ‘You mean Darcey Kane?’ The instant it came out, he knew how feeble it sounded.
    Brooke’s eyes had misted over and a tear rolled down her cheek. ‘Of all the guys in the world, Ben Hope, I
never
would have thought you would do this to me. And you didn’t even have the guts to tell me to my face.’
    ‘Stop right there. This is insane.’
    ‘What were you doing in Rome?’
    ‘You know what I was doing in Rome. Trying to stay out of jail. You saw the news, didn’t you?’
    ‘I know you had a terrible time, and I’m sorry,’ Brooke snapped. ‘I mean, what were you doing
with her?
’
    ‘Nothing. Absolutely nothing.’
    ‘Then what’s she talking about?’
    ‘It’s a long