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The Girl Who Had No Fear
Marnie Riches
<b> Praise for Marnie Riches:‘Gritty and gripping’ KIMBERLEY CHAMBERS‘Fast-paced, enthralling and heartrending; I couldn’t put it down’ C. L. TAYLOR </b>The fourth gripping thriller in the Georgina McKenzie series.Amsterdam: a city where sex sells and drugs come easy. Four dead bodies have been pulled from the canals – and that number’s rising fast. Is a serial killer on the loose? Or are young clubbers falling prey to a lethal batch of crystal meth?Chief Inspector Van den Bergen calls on criminologist Georgina McKenzie to help him solve this mystery. George goes deep undercover among the violent gangs of Central America. Working for the vicious head of a Mexican cartel, she must risk her own life to find the truth. With murder everywhere she turns, can George get people to talk before she is silenced for good?A pulse-pounding race against time, perfect for fans of Stieg Larsson and Jo Nesbo
The Girl Who Had No Fear
MARNIE RICHES
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Ebook Edition © March 2016 ISBN: 9780008203993
Version 2018-01-24
Dedication (#ucbc4c378-7083-5af7-a8a9-0d3be94c7ada)
For Christian. May your salsa always be extra picante and your cerveza always cold.
Table of Contents
Cover (#u8cbe1ece-60b0-5426-8ce0-622587bac5b5)
Title Page (#u058a8ce5-94ee-5d8d-88a3-3f70f798cca3)
Copyright (#u3cc843ac-d1a7-5857-92f4-eefb434018aa)
Dedication (#u9bf05e1f-20f4-5041-b2a3-9f4044b9ab8d)
Prologue: Cambridge University Library, 30 March (#u739672f4-f476-5987-a220-4b8bda7d1d2a)
Chapter 1: Amsterdam, an Apartment in Bilderdijkkade, 25 April (#u7b8f3831-0fd5-55b5-9d7e-c9241f8026ee)
Chapter 2: Bilderdijkgracht, 27 April (#u15b6b28b-deff-501d-9b84-febeea0d3185)
Chapter 3: Hmp Belmarsh, Thamesmead, Southeast London, 27 April (#u8fa32d39-7873-51ac-abaa-4639614b1d8f)
Chapter 4: Mexico, Chiapas, 29 May (#u41c569cd-acac-5eab-afae-6e86a14678b6)
Chapter 5: Amsterdam, Police Headquarters, Then, Bouwdewijn de Groot Lyceum, Apollolaan, Then, Floris Engels’ Apartment in Amstelveen, 28 April (#u32c49732-de2f-5c9b-a65e-2daae88912b6)
Chapter 6: Cambridge, Huntingdon Road, Then, Stansted Airport, 29 April (#uac9b4c71-b1d7-5e3a-94b5-d899d0c3441f)
Chapter 7: Amsterdam, Mortuary, Later (#ubf28990d-b6e2-5617-a82f-962823377006)
Chapter 8: Amsterdam, Police Headquarters, Later (#ucab1288f-ef0d-552c-b447-d0a58ba4da25)
Chapter 9: Amsterdam, Van Den Bergen’s Apartment, Then, Melkweg Nightclub, Later (#u7e1a21e8-065c-5f68-b9bd-c09af567a6e6)
Chapter 10: Amsterdam, Melkweg Nightclub, Then, Leidsegracht, 30 April (#u08794de6-f328-509e-9449-704bd0083962)
Chapter 11: Amsterdam, Sloterdijkermeer Allotments, Later (#u8e8ec201-1ae2-5dbb-b260-3bfc6cb3d84a)
Chapter 12: Amsterdam, Reguliersdwarsstraat, 1 May (#ue91f389f-458a-50a7-8936-5a557888e00f)
Chapter 13: Amsterdam, Keizer’s Basement Nightclub, 14 May (#uef441958-ccfa-5705-a994-a56f6abf0d1d)
Chapter 14: Amsterdam, Police Headquarters, 15 May (#ua5528920-15ec-5669-b57e-1e12b44fc9e7)
Chapter 15: Mexico, Chiapas Mountains, Then, the Border With Guatemala, 29 May (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16: Amsterdam, Academy of Architecture, Waterlooplein, Then, Police Headquarters, 18 May (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17: 35,000ft Above Germany, 20 May (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18: Czech Republic, Prague, Žižkov District, Later (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19: Amsterdam, Keizersgracht, 21 May (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20: Mexico, Yucatan Jungle, 30 May (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 21: Amsterdam, Ijselbuurt, Then Keizersgracht, Later, 21 May (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 22: Amsterdam, Police Headquarters, Later (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 23: Amsterdam, Van Den Bergen’s Apartment, 22 May (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 24: Mexico, Cancun Airport, 26 May (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 25: Honduras, Tegucigalpa, Later (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 26: Mexico, a Cancun Police Station, 27 May (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 27: Honduras, a Barrio in the Mountains Above Tegucigalpa, at the Same Time (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 28: Amsterdam, Onze Lieve Vrouw Hospital, 28 May (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 29: Mexico, Yucatan Jungle, 30 May (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 30: Mexico, Hotel Bahia Maya, Cancun, Then, the Yucatan Jungle, 30 May (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 31: Mexico, Elsewhere in the Yucatan Jungle, at the Same Time (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 32: En Route From Tegucigalpa, Honduras to Palenque, Mexico Via Guatemala, 27 May (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 33: Amsterdam, Red-Light District, 30 May (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 34: Mexico, Hotel Bahia Maya, Cancun, 1 June (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 35: Mexico, Palenque Town in Chiapas, 28 May (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 36: The Caribbean Sea, Just Off the Coast of Mexico, 1 June (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 37: The Netherlands, a Warehouse in a Dockside Location, at the Same Time (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 38: The Caribbean Sea, Off the Coast of Mexico, at the Same Time (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 39: Mexico, Hotel Bahia Maya, Cancun, a Little Later (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 40: Mexico, Chiapas Mountains, 29 May (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 41: Groningen, Chembedrijf Corporate Head Office, 1 June (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 42: Mexico, Yucatan Jungle, 30 May (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 43: Mexico, Cancun Airport, 1 June (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 44: Mexico, Hotel Bahia Maya, Cancun, Later (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 45: The Middle of the Caribbean Sea, Later (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 46: Mexico, Yucatan Jungle, 1 June (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 47: Amsterdam, Paradijs Restaurant, Amstel, 2 June (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 48: Mexico, Hospital Galenia, Cancun, 2 June (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 49: Amsterdam, Schiphol Airport, 4 June (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 50: Amsterdam, Van Den Bergen’s Apartment, at the Same Time (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 51: Rotterdam, Dockside, the Port of Rotterdam, Later (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 52: Amsterdam, Van Den Bergen’s Apartment, a Short While Later (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 53: Amsterdam, a Houseboat on Prinsengracht, at the Same Time (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 54: Amsterdam, Van Den Bergen’s Apartment, Then, the Red-Light District, at the Same Time (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 55: Rotterdam, a Dockside Warehouse, Port of Rotterdam, a Short While Later (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 56: Amsterdam, the Cracked Pot Coffee Shop, at the Same Time (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 57: Amsterdam, Onze Lieve Vrouw Hospital, 5 June (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 58: Onze Lieve Vrouw Hospital, Moments Later (#litres_trial_promo)
Acknowledgements (#litres_trial_promo)
Keep Reading … (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
By the Same Author (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
PROLOGUE (#ucbc4c378-7083-5af7-a8a9-0d3be94c7ada)
Cambridge University Library, 30 March (#ucbc4c378-7083-5af7-a8a9-0d3be94c7ada)
When the lights went out in the University Library stacks, George held her breath. Looked around in the murk. But all she could see from the vantage point of the rickety desk where she had been reading was the glow from outside. The setting sun, pregnant with demonic menace, reflected on the Cambridge spires some way off to the east of the library, making the jagged rooftops look like the gaping, reddened maws of giant prehistoric beasts. Behind her were only the long shadows cast by the bookshelves; row after claustrophobic row, stacked to the ceiling with dusty old books. Anyone could hide among them in this twilight. The arsehole that had been following her … could he be lying in wait?
‘Who’s there?’ she shouted, her voice quivering. Her breath steamed on the sharp air.
No answer.
She picked up a heavy Old High German dictionary that had been left behind on the desk by some undergraduate. Held it high above her, poised to bring it crashing down on an attacker’s head, should she need to.
The lights came back on suddenly, making her squint. She shrieked at the sight of a flustered-looking librarian, who in turn yelped at the spectre of a combative George, wielding the tome.
‘Dr McKenzie!’ the woman said, taking a step back and clasping her hand to her fleece-clad bosom. Almost tripping over her own feet, shod in the utilitarian leather flats that were popular with senior citizens and the bunion-afflicted.
Horrified, knees buckling with embarrassment and relief in equal measure, George set the dictionary down on the desk beside her. She smiled apologetically at her would-be victim. ‘Mrs McMahon. I’m so sorry. The lights went out. I got spooked.’ She clutched her purple mohair cardigan around her, shivering with adrenalin as much as the cold. ‘You know how it is.’
The ageing librarian pursed her lips and tapped on the face of her watch. Spoke with stretched out East Anglian vowels that belied her haughty attempts at received pronunciation. ‘It’s 7 p.m. The library’s closing in fifteen. And after all these years, a Fellow, of all people, should remember that the lights are on timers in the stacks.’
‘Sorry,’ George muttered, gathering her own books into a neat pile. ‘It gets pretty creepy up here when the sun goes down.’
