The Spear of Destiny Read Online Free

face and hands. None of the other dead match those injuries.”
      A lieutenant approached Al-assad.
      “Sir we’ve got another body. This one was in the back of the ambulance.“
      “The condition of the body?”
      “Beyond recognition sir. He’s also been shot in the head. We did find a standard issue police handgun.”
      “And the ambulance crew?”
      “Unnaccounted for.”
      “Is it possible they were completely incinerated?”
      “Possible but unlikely. My guess is they escaped or were taken hostage.”
      “Why take the ambulance crew hostage and not the policeman. He would be worth more as a ransom.” 
      “Because he was armed. Maybe he pulled his gun on them. That was probably the reason for killing him.”
      “Maybe. Well whatever happened here we need to find the ambulance crew and where the ambulance came from. I want names, addresses. Find them.”
      “Yes sir.”
    A forensics expert got Al-assad’s attention. Al-assad looked at the laptop screen.
      “None of the DNA samples match Von Werner.”
    Al-assad looked at the neatly lined up dead. A team nearby examining bullet casings.
      “How sure are you?”
      “One hundred per cent.”
    Al-assad’s lieutenant came running up holding a field telephone. Al-assad frowned.
      “It’s the General sir.”
    Al-assad reluctantly took the handheld.
      “General Al-din. It’s bad news sir. We’ve lost him. You might want to tell
    the Americans.”
     

                                   CHAPTER TWO
     
    LONDON, ENGLAND
     
    Peter Dennis poured himself another cocktail while trying not to spill any. He was leaning forward in the limousine to make sure he didn’t splash any of the red liquid onto his white shirt.
      “Would you like one?” he asked the girl opposite.
    Marine archaeologist Natalie Feltham shook her head while holding her flute up.
      “No thanks. I’ve still got most of my champagne left and you’d better not have too many of those in quick succession. I don’t want you slurring your speech all night.”
      “Hey that’s what Limo’s are about. Drinking in the back of them. It was good of Jim to put it on for us.”
      “He wanted us to arrive in style.”
      “That we’ll do. You look sensational tonight.”
      “Oh thanks and I don’t usually. Is that what you mean.”
      “What! Of course you do. You always do,” Dennis replied eyeing up a shapely ankle, “That dress was a good idea. It is stunning.”
      Natalie was wearing a long, ankle length, sleeveless, black dress, with a long split down each thigh. The neck of the dress was gold. She was also wearing gold, strap heels. Her long blonde hair was held high on her head with pins. Two long strands of hair hung down, prettily, either side of her face.
      “You don’t look so bad yourself but your bow tie is a little crooked.”
    He leaned in to her.
      “Straighten it for me.”
    While she did he sneaked a quick kiss.
      “Oi! Cheeky! You’ll smudge my make up.”
    Then she laughed.
      “What?”
      “You’ve got my lipstick on your lips. Come here.”
    She wiped it off then became serious.
      “I love you.”
      “Love you too,” he replied, “And I love this car. Fancy a quickie?”
      “What? No! The driver might see.”
    Dennis shrugged.
      “And besides there’s not enough time. Kinky bugger.”
    Dennis smiled.
      “There’s plenty of room.”
    The car turned a corner and Natalie saw the British museum ahead.
      “Too late. I think we’re here,” she said as the car passed under a huge banner and stopped at the bottom of the steps. The door was opened and Natalie and Peter put their drinks down and she stepped out first, onto the red carpet and into a sea of press photographers and flash photography. Dennis stepped out and the chauffeur wished him  a good evening, closed the door, got back into the driver’s seat and moved off slowly past a television camera