Atonement

Damian said nothing. Austyn took another step forward. ‘You are cornered. All your men are down. General Saetang won’t be able to make it back in time to save you. He’s not your friend, to begin with. If you want to live, want to see your wound tended, you tell me how to defuse the grenade!’ ‘Tell me how you got Damian here.’ Henry raised his chin, defiant. The tables had been turned, but he would not, cornered or not, be threatened by his own son. Austyn had no phone in hand. There was no signal here in the forest anyway. Henry knew that, which was why he’d been confident that Austyn was outmanned and outgunned. But how the hell did he manage to get Damian here? Austyn shot his father a look sharp enough to cut glass. He removed his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, dug his fingers into a place two inches above his right shoulder blade, and held out something glistening with blood. Henry recognised the military-grade tracking chip. So this was how Austyn was able to communicate his locati