Eagle Strike
Chapter One
Not My Business
Alex Rider lay on his back, drying out in the midday sun.
He could feel the salt water from his last swim trickling through his hair and evaporating off his
chest. His shorts, still wet, clung to him. He was, at that moment, as happy as it is possible to be;
one week into a vacation that had been perfect from the moment the plane had touched down in
Montpellier and he had stepped out into the brilliance of his first Mediterranean day. He loved the
South of France-the intense colors, the smells, the pace of life that hung on to every minute and
refused to let go. He hadn't any idea what time it was, except that he was getting hungry and
guessed it must soon be time for lunch. There was a brief burst of music as a girl with a radio
walked past, and Alex turned his head to follow her. And that was w ... read full excerpt from Eagle Strike ebook
