The Honeytrap: Part 2

Book 2: The Honeytrap

by Roberta Kray

Genres: Thrillers

Synopsis

The second part in this four-part ebook-serial from Roberta Kray - no one knows crime like Kray. When Harry gets the call from Jess telling him that Sylvie is missing, he's not too concerned. He's certain Jess is overreacting. It's more likely that Sylvie had to make a hasty exit than she's been targeted by her honeytrap mark. And he has other things to worry about - like Danny Street and Ellen Shaw. Still, better safe than sorry. But when he joins Jess at the bar, it soon becomes clear that something really is wrong. Sylvie is nowhere to be seen and Jess and Harry can't get through to her. Is there something more sinister going on than a simple honeytrap gone wrong? Full of strong characters and authentic East End gangland action, The Honeytrap is an enthralling read from the author of No Mercy and Streetwise.

Release date: July 13, 2015

Publisher: Sphere

Print pages: 48

Sample

Harry was parked up near the Lincoln Pool Hall when the call came through from Jess. Although he could hear the panic in her voice, he didn’t share her anxiety. It was more likely, he thought, that Sylvie had been forced to make a hasty exit; she may have spotted a former target or someone else she knew and was afraid her cover would be blown. And the guy, Keynes, could have had any number of reasons for leaving.

He rang Lorna, explained the situation and asked if she’d heard from Sylvie yet.

‘Only the text to say she’d arrived. That was about eight o’clock. Nothing since.’

‘I’m sure she’ll be in touch. I don’t think we need to be too worried, but I’m going over to Wilder’s. I’ll ring you again in a while.’

‘How long has it been, Harry? How long has she been gone?’

‘Not that long. Fifteen, twenty minutes? If she left in a hurry, she may have forgotten to text. Or maybe her phone needs charging.’

‘Perhaps we should come down to the office. What do you think?’

‘It’s up to you. Look, I’d better go. Speak to you later, yeah? And let me know if she gets in touch.’

Harry tried Sylvie’s number next but it went straight to voicemail. ‘Hi, it’s Harry. Could you call me as soon as you get this? It’s important.’

He threw the phone on the passenger seat, turned the key in the ignition and started up the Vauxhall. He’d spent the last six hours following Danny Street around, hoping that Ellen would show her face. If there was any kind of deal still on the cards, she’d have to make contact eventually, and he wanted to be there when she did.

Ellen was still on Harry’s mind as he pulled up outside Wilder’s. Her past had been a difficult one, a tangle of lies and deceit. It was the fear in her eyes that haunted him, the knowledge that it was all going wrong for her again. He didn’t understand why she’d run from him and felt bemused by it, even faintly offended. Hadn’t he only ever tried to help? And they’d been close for a while. They’d had one of those strange connections, a mutual understanding that went beyond mere words. Or maybe the connection had all been in his head. Had he just been kidding himself?

He slapped the wheel with the palms of his hands, frustrated by the thought that he might miss her while he was chasing after shadows. Sylvie was smart, streetwise, and he didn’t really believe that she needed any help. There would be a rational explanation for why she’d gone missing … if she had gone missing at all.

Jess was standing on the pavement shifting uneasily from one foot to the other, and was on him as soon as he got out of the car. ‘Have you heard anything?’

Harry shook his head. ‘Not yet.’

‘Why would she just go of. . .