Ends of the earth a James Maxted thriller

Max felt the barrel of the gun pressing into his temple and his index finger being folded round the trigger. He had always feared dying in a flying accident, as too many RFC pilots had, rather than in combat. It would have been both stupid and futile, a waste of his life as well as a good aeroplane. What was about to happen to him was similar in its unfittingness--and in the shame he felt on account of it. He had failed. He had fallen short. He had made a fatal mistake. It could not be helped. At least, as when things went disastrously wrong in the air, it would end quickly. There was that to be said for it at any rate. "We are ready, yes?" Pierre Dombreux nodded in evident satisfaction with his handiwork, then drew back and grimaced as he began to squeeze Max's finger against the trigger. "Adieu," he murmured. A click sounded in Max's ear. Then-- Excerpted from The Ends of the Earth: A James Maxted Thriller by Robert Goddard All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.