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Private, the world's most renowned investigation firm, has been commissioned to provide security for the 2012 Olympic Games in London. Its agents are the smartest, fastest, and most technologically advanced in the world, and 400 of them have been transferred to London to protect more than 10,000 competitors who represent more than 200 countries.
The opening ceremony is hours away when Private investigator and single father of twins, Peter Knight, is called to the scene of a ruthless murder. A high-ranking member of the games' organizing committee has been killed. It's clear to Peter that this wasn't a crime of passion, but one of precise calculation and execution.
Newspaper reporter Karen Pope receives a letter from a person who calls himself Cronus claiming responsibility for the murders. He promises to restore the Olympics to their ancient glory and to destroy all those who have corrupted the games with lies, corruption, and greed. Immediately, Karen hires Private to examine the letter, and she and Peter uncover a criminal genius who won't stop until he's completely destroyed the modern games.
said to Boss. “And Luke’s had a BM. You’ll need to change it straightaway or you’ll be bathing him sooner rather than later.” Boss turned even more distressed. “Change a shitty nappy? Me?” “You’re the nanny now,” Knight said, stifling a laugh as he left. CHAPTER 36 AS KNIGHT AND his mother made their way to the St. Pancras train station and the high-speed rail line that would take them to Stratford and Olympic Park, Professor Selena Farrell was feeling damn sexy, thank you very much.
styles danced about the replica of the tower, and Knight thought he heard someone say that they were depicting modern London and the diverse citizenry of the most cosmopolitan city in the world. But Knight was not interested in the spectacle; he was looking everywhere about the stadium, trying to anticipate what a madwoman might do in a situation like this. He spotted an entryway on the west side of the venue. “Where does that go?” he asked Jack. “The practice track,” Jack replied. “That’s
the queen in a blue suit. She was smiling and waving as she moved to a microphone, while Charles, William, Kate, and various other members of the House of Windsor followed her. Knight and Jack slowed to gawk for several moments while the queen gave a short speech welcoming the youth of the world to London, but then they moved on toward that entryway. As more dignitaries gave speeches, Knight and Jack reached the grandstands above the tunnel entry and had to show their Private badges and ID’s to
it went off.” “That happens a lot,” Knight remarked with a laugh. Pope studied Marta. “The nanny been with you long?” “Not a week yet,” Knight replied. “But she’s bloody fantastic. Best I’ve—” Pope’s cell phone rang. She answered and listened. After several moments she cried, “No fuggin’ way! We’ll be there in twenty minutes!” The reporter clicked off her phone, and spoke with quiet urgency. “That was Hooligan. He pulled a fingerprint off the package Cronus sent me last night. He’s run it
in. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He hung up feeling like the case had consumed him the way the mythical Cronus had consumed his own children. That thought left him supremely frustrated. If it wasn’t for the Olympics he’d be working full-time to find out who had killed his four colleagues at Private and why. When this was over, he told himself, he would not stop until he solved that crime. Knight went inside and climbed the stairs, hearing a door slide over carpet, followed by footsteps. Marta