The Gold Thief. Justin Fisher

       41. “Tele-pot”

       42. Control

       43. Anger in the Big Top

       44. Whispers from the Iron City

       45. Cat Fight

       46. Ding! Ding! Round Two

       47. Happy Christmas

       48. Tick, Tick, Tick …

       49. … Tick, Tick, Tick

       50. Drip, Drip, Drip

       51. Healing

       52. A Night of Terrors

       53. The Viceroy of St Albertsburg

       54. City of Glass

       55. Friendly Talks?

       56. Cups and Saucers

       57. Allies and Enemies

       58. Most Wanted

       59. Escape

       60. Out of the Frying Pan

       61. Concentrate

       62. An Unlikely Pair

       63. And Into the Fire

       64. Suits

       65. Carrion

       66. George the Mighty

       67. True Potential

       68. All Wrong

       69. Old Friends, New Nightmares

       70. Help

       71. Mum and Dad

       72. Into the Breach

       73. Charge!

       74. The Engine

       75. After

       76. Turning the Dial to 10

       77. The Voice

       Epilogue

       Acknowledgements

       About the Author

       Books by Justin Fisher

       About the Publisher

       PROLOGUE

       United States Bullion Depository, Fort Knox, Kentucky

       3.32am

      eavy boots pound the tarmac, as officers bark their orders and sniffer dogs whine, blinded by the rows of steaming halogen floodlights. More and more arrive by the second. A never-ending procession of armoured cars and trucks loaded with soldiers. Above them, a dozen gunships, with their ground-shaking propellers, scan for signs. But there is nothing, only the appalling certainty that this is not a drill.

      Beyond their fences and walls and barricades, a president is being woken, and powerful men in charge of a nation’s currency, its digits and its dollar bills are meeting and shouting and blaming.

      Far below the chaos and the panic of the search, Shwartz and Greer sit in a bare grey cement room. It has no windows and no discernible features of any kind, except for the small surveillance camera in the far corner and its pulsating amber light.

      Private Marvin L. Shwartz, slumped in one of the room’s two plastic bucket-chairs, is in considerable trouble and the man he reports to, Staff Sergeant Greer, on the other side of the bare metal table, is losing his patience.

      “No, sir, I don’t remember. I have no idea how the vault was opened. I was walkin’ and then I wasn’t and the next thang I knew I was here, sir, with you, sir.”

      “Shwartz, you are in an inordinate amount of doo-doo and there ain’t a damn thing I can do to help you, till you start explaining how half of this nation’s gold reserve just up and vanishes in less than an hour!”

      The Bullion Depository at Fort Knox was protected not only by the United States Mint Police, but also by the 16^th Cavalry Regiment, the 19^th Engineer Battalion and the 3^rd Brigade Combat Team of the 1^st Infantry, along with their tanks, attack helicopters and artillery. A force totalling well over thirty thousand men. The actual gold, all four and a half thousand metric tonnes, lay behind a one-of-a-kind, twenty-one-inch thick door, proofed against drills, lasers and explosions, designed by the Mosler Safe Company. It was monitored by twenty-four-hour orbital satellite and ground-sweeping radar. Automated machine guns covered every possible entry point, and it was rumoured that the entire surrounding grasslands were carpeted with land mines, a rumour Greer had been careful to encourage.

      It was, to all intents and purposes, completely impregnable. That was, of course, until today – and on Private Shwartz’s watch.

      Greer’s earpiece crackled.

      He listened for a moment.

      “They’re here! Already? Are you serious?”

      It was at this point that Private Shwartz started to perspire.

      “Son, I’ve known you a long time and I think I know the answer but I gotta ask anyway: