Perfect for fans of Alex Rider and Artemis Fowl, Simon Fox's latest action-packed thriller is ideal for readers too young for Jack Reacher or Line of Duty.
Archie Blake thought his policeman father teaching him how to pick locks and open safes was just a bit of fun. But when a diamond necklace is stolen and his dad is arrested, Archie realises the only way to prove Dad's innocence is to go on the run and use everything he's learned to uncover the truth.
But Archie soon finds himself deeply tangled in the criminal underworld, where it's hard to know who to trust and even harder to see what's right or wrong. Will Archie be able to find a way out before it's too late?
An explosive new adventure from the author of the unputdownable Running Out of Time. Simon Fox is a rising star in a new generation of thriller writers.
Perfect for fans of Alex Rider and Artemis Fowl, Simon Fox's latest action-packed thriller is ideal for readers too young for Jack Reacher or Line of Duty.
Archie Blake thought his policeman father teaching him how to pick locks and open safes was just a bit of fun.
Archie Blake thought his policeman father teaching him to pick locks and break into safes was just a bit of fun. But when a diamond necklace is stolen and Dad is arrested, Archie realises the only way to uncover the truth is to go on the run and use everything he's learned.
Archie soon finds himself tangled in a web of deceit - lies that go deeper, and are closer to home, than he could have ever imagined. In a world where it's hard to know who to trust and even harder to see what's right or wrong, will Archie be able to find a way out before it's too late?
This explosive new adventure from the author of the thrilling and unputdownable Running Out of Time is perfect for fans of Alex Rider.
I move faster, feeling across the back of the drawer finding the panel and sliding the wood across until I can pull out the paper and the keys. I shove them in my pocket then creep out, down the stairs and into the kitchen. I put my hand on the door handle then stop.
Through the glass pane in the door, a movement catches my eye. Somewhere in the darkness, there is a change in the shadows and a noise as silent as a breath. Every muscle in my body wants to open the door and burst out but I don't. Slowly and steadily I pull my hand back from the handle. I take a step backwards, then another. Then I race back up the stairs.