Hunted by Emlyn Rees

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Title:   Hunted

Author:  Emlyn Rees

Genre: Thriller

Publication Date:  October 1, 2013 an e-book original

Publisher:  Witness Impulse, an imprint of HarperCollins

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In HUNTED an innocent man on the run faces down the biggest manhunt in history in a thrilling tale from international bestselling author Emlyn Rees.

When Danny Shanklin woke up in a strange hotel, he never expected the rest of his day would be spent running for his life. But the high-powered rifle strapped to his hands and the unknown dead man on the floor say otherwise. It’s only when the sirens start wailing outside that Danny realizes this day will be different. Today will be the worst day of his life—and maybe his last.

Framed and forced on the run, Danny sets out on a heart-pounding race against time to escape and track down the terrorists who set him up… and make them pay. But with 500,000 CCTV cameras, 33,000 cops, 9 intelligence agencies, and dozens of television news channels hot on his trail, how long can one innocent man survive?With only his tech support friend, the Kid, for backup, Danny sets out on a nail-biting odyssey though the panicked city streets, in a desperate bid to escape, protect the people he loves, and track down the terrorists who set him up – and make them pay.

But with 500,000 CCTV cameras, 33,000 cops, 9 intelligence agencies, and dozens of TV news channels all hot on his tail, just how long will THIS one innocent man be able to survive?


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Author PictureEmlyn Rees was brought up in Cardiff and studied English at Southampton University. His first novel, ‘The Book of Dead Authors’, published in 1997, was written while he worked as an assistant to the literary agent Vivienne Schuster. Emlyn and his wife Josie Lloyd each had novels of their own published before teaming up to write the bestsellers Come Together, Come Again, The Boy Next Door, Love Lives, We Are Family, The Three Day Rule and The Seven Year Itch.

Connect with Emlyn at: Website | Twitter





Danny Shanklin woke hyperventilating, his heart trying to punch through his ribs. Opening his eyes, he recoiled. Bright light. Burning red. He twisted.

Got to get away.


His right forefinger. It was caught in something. Left hand too. He tried to see what. Saw more burning red. Forced himself to keep looking. The red fractured into a blizzard of pink dots. The pink dots faded into blue.

A rectangle of blue. Right there. Dead ahead.

‘What the…?’ Danny’s mouth was dry as ash.

He felt something solid behind his back. A chair? Was he sitting? His neck throbbed like he’d been stung. He couldn’t slow his breathing. His heart kept hammering.

Where am I? What’s going on?

A scream in the distance. Muffled shouts.

The blue was the sky, Danny realised. The rectangle was a set of open French doors leading out onto a balcony. The buildings across the street lurched into view. Rows of windows glinted in the sunlight. A hot breeze blew in his face.

Danny tried to stand. Faltered. Whatever his hands were caught up in slid sideways with a thud. He felt cold metal in his right hand. His left was entwined in what felt like a strap.

Even before Danny looked down and the object swung fully into focus, he’d already guessed what it was.

A rifle. Its barrel was now aimed down at the floor beside him. His right forefinger was wedged through the weapon’s trigger guard. His left hand was bound up in its shoulder strap.

A Heckler & Koch G36 assault rifle.

But why am I holding it?

Heartbeat still racing. Muscles flexing. Buzzing now. Feeling crazed. Like he’d just been in a fight.

A voice inside him yelled, Move.

Tightening his grip on the rifle, Danny rose and spun. The short corridor behind him was empty. The door at the end was closed.

He kicked away the chair he’d been sitting on. He dropped to one knee and scanned the room. A glass table. A sofa. Expensive furniture all around. An open door led into what looked like a bedroom. No-one in sight.

He glimpsed a flash of white on the ground. His own feet. He was wearing  a pristine pair of Nikes he’d never seen before.

He couldn’t remember anything. Was he hallucinating? Was that what this was? Some kind of a crazy dream?

The sounds of shouts and car horns drifted in on the breeze. A siren wailed. Another scream.

Danny’s eyes locked on the sofa. Someone had been sitting there. He half-glimpsed a memory. A mocking smile on a thickset, hook-nosed blonde man’s face.

Splinters of information pierced Danny’s mind. This was the Ritz Hotel, he remembered. Room 112. Third floor.

But what am I doing here?

More screaming.



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