The Driver (John Milton) (Volume 4)
Mark Dawson
Language: English
Pages: 328
ISBN: 1494969513
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
John Milton had started to hope that he might have a future.
He has a job driving a taxi around the streets of San Francisco. He has his anonymity and his solitude. Being invisible has become a comfortable habit. He doesn't want to be found. But when a girl he drives to a party goes missing, Milton is worried. Especially when two dead bodies are discovered and the police start treating him as their prime suspect.
Milton is a fugitive from the British Secret Service and a man in his position needs extra attention like he needs a hole in the head.
As unpleasant secrets leak out, and the body count rises, one thing is for sure: Milton might just be the right guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The Driver is a taut, nail-biting adventure which once again stars Mark Dawson's irresistible hero, the maverick ex-MI6 assassin John Milton.
to deploy that beguiling grin and his charisma needed to be at its most magnetic. They reached the door and Robinson opened it and stepped through into the box beyond. There was a long table laden with cold cuts, beers and snacks and, beyond that, an outside seating area. The Governor’s smile was immediate and infectious; he set to work on the other guests, working his way through the room, reaching out to take hands, sometimes pressing them between both of his, rewarding those who were already
damp, the curtain of solid grey muffling the sound. The western portion of San Francisco was just on the other side of the Bay, usually providing a splendid vista, but it was invisible today. The only sign that it was there was the steady, eerie boom of the foghorns, one calling and the other answering. There were only two other cars in the lot. Fishermen still visited with reels to try and catch the fluke, bluefish, winter flounder, mackerel, porgy and weakfish that abounded just offshore, and
have to come out.” “Fuck that shit, man! What you been smoking? That kind of stuff don’t ever stay under wraps. They got cops on the payroll, everyone knows it. My name would be on the street in minutes and then they’ll be coming over to talk to me about it and that ain’t something that I want to think about. Next thing, I’d be floating in the Bay with my throat cut. Fish food, man.” “Alright,” Milton said, smiling in the hope that he might relax a little. “It’s okay. I understand.” Aaron
quartered it, and slipped it into his inside pocket. He waited patiently as the car descended, the floors ticking off with the same pleasant chime as before. He reached the ground floor and the doors parted. He wasn’t particularly surprised to see the two security guards waiting for him. “It’s alright, boys,” he said. “No need for any trouble. Your boss is fine and I’m leaving.” They each had their hands resting on the butts of their identical Colt .45s. “Don’t move,” the nearest one ordered.
no way he was going to leave her here. “Who are you?” the man asked him. “I drove her out here. You don’t need to worry about another car. I’ll take her back.” “No you won’t. We’re taking care of it and you’re getting out of here. Right now.” “Not without her.” Milton stood slowly and turned so that they were face-to-face. The man was about the same height as him but perhaps a little heavier. He had low, clenched brows and a thick, flattened nose. He had nothing in common with the