No Escape: The most addictive, gripping thriller with a shocking twist. Lucy Clarke
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СКАЧАТЬ Chapter 21: Then

      

       Chapter 22: Then

      

       Chapter 23: Now

      

       Chapter 24: Then

      

       Chapter 25: Then

      

       Chapter 26: Now

      

       Chapter 27: Then

      

       Chapter 28: Then

      

       Chapter 29: Now

      

       Chapter 30: Then

      

       Chapter 31: Now

      

       Chapter 32: Then

      

       Chapter 33: Now

      

       Chapter 34: Then

      

       Chapter 35: Then

      

       Chapter 36: Now

      

       Chapter 37: Now

      

       Chapter 38: Now

      

       Chapter 39: Now

      

       Chapter 40: Now

      

       Epilogue

      

       Author’s Note

      

       Acknowledgements

      

       Keep Reading …

      

       Discover More From Lucy Clarke

      

       Reading Group Questions

      

       About the Author

      

       Also by Lucy Clarke

      

       About the Publisher

       PROLOGUE

      A body floats, unseeing eyes fixed on the brooding sky. A pair of cotton shorts has darkened, pockets gulping with water. A shirt billows, then clings to the unmoving chest. The streak of blood across the right temple has washed away now, leaving the skin clear and greying.

      Below, the sea teems with darting fish carving through the water in great shoals, while tiny flecks of nutrient-rich plankton spin in the light. Deeper still, milky-eyed predators patrol the sunless depths where the seabed is scarred with the markings of currents, and broken coral lies as hard as bone.

      But above there is only a body.

      And a yacht.

      On board, as bare feet move across the sun-bleached deck, a thread of fear begins to weave amongst the crew. Within minutes the pitch of voices becomes raised; footsteps turn hurried; eyes narrow as they press against the dark rings of binoculars scanning the horizon.

      It doesn’t take long for the fragile film of order to begin to tear, slowly working itself loose in the breeze. As a pair of hands reaches for the wheel, turning the yacht into the wind, the sail flapping loose, the truth is already drifting out of reach.

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       NOW

      The paintbrush slips from Lana’s fingers, turning through the air as it falls. It clatters to the floor at the foot of the easel, splattering tiny flecks of blue acrylic paint against her ankle.

      Lana СКАЧАТЬ