The Sixth Day (A Brit in the FBI Series #5)

The Sixth Day (A Brit in the FBI Series #5)

by Catherine Coulter, J. T. Ellison


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Special agents Nicholas Drummond and Michaela Caine take on a ruthless mastermind in the fifth highly anticipated thriller in the New York Times bestselling A Brit in the FBI series.

When several major political figures die mysteriously, officials declare the deaths are from natural causes. Then the German Vice-Chancellor dies on the steps of 10 Downing Street, and a drone is spotted hovering over the scene. The truth becomes clear—these high-profile deaths are well-constructed assassinations, and the Covert Eyes team is tasked to investigate.

With the help of Dr. Isabella Marin, a young expert in the enigmatic Voynich Manuscript and cryptophasia (twin language), Nicholas and Michaela home in on Roman Ardelean, a wealthy cybersecurity genius and a descendant of fifteenth century Romanian Vlad the Impaler—often romanticized as Dracula. Ardelean believes the Voynich Manuscript will unlock the secret to curing his severely ill twin brother’s blood disorder and is willing to murder anyone who gets in his way, including Nicholas and Michaela.

Along with MI5, the Covert Eyes team must race against the clock to find Ardelean before he unleashes a devastating attack on London intended to destroy those he believes betrayed him.

With heart-pounding tension and gripping suspense, New York Times bestselling authors Catherine Coulter and J.T. Ellison “are really on an amazing roll with their outstanding A Brit in the FBI series” (RT Book Reviews).

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781501196386
Publisher: Gallery Books
Publication date: 11/13/2018
Series: A Brit in the FBI Series , #5
Pages: 528
Sales rank: 66,704
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.50(d)

About the Author

Catherine Coulter is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of eighty-four novels, including the FBI Thriller series and The Brit in the FBI international thriller series, cowritten with J.T. Ellison. Coulter lives in Sausalito, California, with her Übermensch husband and their two noble cats, Peyton and Eli. You can reach her at or visit

New York Times bestselling author J.T. Ellison writes dark psychological thrillers and pens the Brit in the FBI series with #1 New York Times bestselling author Catherine Coulter. With millions of books in print, her work has won critical acclaim, prestigious awards, and has been published in twenty-seven countries. She is also the Emmy Award–winning cohost of the premier literary television show A Word on Words. Ellison lives in Nashville with her husband and twin kittens. Visit for more information, and follow her on Twitter and Instagram @ThrillerChick or

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The Sixth Day

Be motivated like the falcon, hunt gloriously.


The Nubian Desert


Seven Months Ago

The desert tent was sumptuous and meant to impress, but it was not wasteful. Spiked into the shifting sands, its billowing fabric roof dipped and swayed in the desert breeze. Inside the tent, a long table was centered on a wooden platform covered with a red-and-orange oriental rug. Five falcons with leather cords on their legs and suits of black armor across their bodies perched on the backs of chairs, silent and watchful.

The air was scented with cardamom and grapes from the festive lunch the four men and two women had just enjoyed, mixing agreeably with the seared desert air around them; the quiet strains of Pink Floyd played in the background. Champagne cooled in silver buckets, awaiting the revelations to come.

They spoke among themselves, occasionally laughing as they finished the sweet cream custard mixed with dates and almonds in small golden bowls. They laid their linen napkins beside their plates and drank the last superb bottle of 2010 Chateau L’Evangile French Bordeaux.

Conversation turned to the falcons and how very well-behaved the five were, all their attention on their master, who sat at the head of the table.

Their master, the host of the party, was Roman Ardelean, an Englishman of Romanian descent, in his prime, tall, broad-shouldered, a beak of a nose, dark hair, and eyes like smudges of coal. He pushed back his chair. “It is time, ladies, gentlemen. Come with me, and you will see the capabilities of our new army.”

Each of the six knew this was to be a demonstration and a celebration of what they were financing—a drone army—yet none knew exactly what to expect. It would be a lovely surprise for all of them, Roman knew. The investors—the Money, as he thought of them—followed him out into the desert, blinking in the blazing sun and immediately sweating. Behind the tent, twenty yards away, was a line of folding chairs. On each chair was a set of ear guards and large eye shields.

Roman watched the Money take their seats, then turned his back and slipped a tiny stamp on his tongue, felt it melt, tasted the fleeting metallic hit. The microdose of LSD, a special version made for him by his twin, Radu, would help keep him calm and focused. It would also make the colors of the coming display more dramatic and the acrid desert air soften against his face, but no one needed to know that. He slipped the small box where he kept his tabs back into the pocket of his cargo pants and looked again at the Money. All were dressed as befitted a desert spa jaunt—crisp new earth tones and neck scarves, all provided by Roman’s company, Radulov Industries. The Money blended into the desert, looked like they were meant to be there, which Roman found amusing. But camouflage was important right now, for all of them.

Once they were settled, Roman stood in front of them, hands behind his back. He was a clever man, a charming man, a leader who knew exactly what he was doing. He cleared his throat, met each set of eyes, and began to speak. His clear, commanding voice was exactly what the Money needed to hear, just as his tall, fit body was what they needed to see.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I applaud all of you. You are patriots and visionaries. You all know what will become of us if the spread of radical Islam isn’t halted. You have envisioned this future, so you were ready to place your resources in my hands to build a drone army. I gladly took on this challenge.

“What you’re about to witness is the result of my efforts. The drones are the latest in personal defense stealth technology. They are my design, technologically so advanced not even our military has this capability yet. Despite these advancements, they are easily manned by even the most inexperienced operator. You don’t need pilots with thousands of sorties behind them to navigate these babies.

“They also have internal gyroscopes allowing them to maintain a constant horizon, which means they cannot be accidentally crashed. You can hand the controls to ten-year-olds, and they’ll be able to fly them with ease. Of course, most of the ten-year-olds we know are so advanced with their computer games that this might seem boring to them.” Pause, laughter all around.

“But not the children where we’re sending these beauties. No, they have nothing to help defend themselves against the constant encroachment of the terrorists. Nothing but leftover weapons from failed wars, guns that barely work, if at all. Thanks to all of you, we’re about to change that.

“It is our goal to stop the incessant march of radical Islam across Africa, across these small disadvantaged countries with no hope of fighting it. We are going to arm the people so they can defend themselves. What Britain and the United States refuse to do, we will do for them. Covertly, quietly, and most importantly, cost-effectively. I will have no overruns on project costs, no excuses, no delays. When you decided to go with Radulov, I guaranteed the massive drone army would be built. And this is my promise, my investment in this amazing venture.

“This is what all of you wanted, what all of you agreed to, and why you hired me to make it a reality.

“And yes, everything you’re about to see here is beyond classified. I am going to pass out nondisclosure agreements for you to sign. This will assure me that even if you want to talk about these weapons, you cannot without disclosing your involvement in their development. None of your own investors would regard this with a favorable eye, to say the least, nor would the government. Call it an insurance policy.”

Whispers and outright hostility swept through the group.

Roman’s partner, Corinthian Jones, Lord Barstow, late of Her Majesty’s Security Services and now a consultant for the Crown, was shaking his head. “Roman, do you think it is necessary? As you said, I brought these six patriots to you to build this drone army in the first place. Of course they will keep silent about their involvement.”

Be quiet, you old fool, I know what I’m doing. “My lord, I’m sure you’ll understand when I say this is for my protection, as well as all of yours. We all know what happened when the Americans tried to arm the Contras. It turned into the scandal of the century, and a patriot had to fall on his sword. I have no desire to be that man. As such, I’d hardly fail to protect my interests on such a large investment, and neither would you. And as you know, this is a very large investment, for all of us.

“Now, we need to get started before the sun sets. Please sign the nondisclosure agreements, pass them back to me, put on your ear guards and goggles, and let’s get this show started.”

There was still grumbling, particularly from Paulina Vittorini, the Madonna bitch, as he thought of her, but finally even she signed the agreement. He wondered idly if he was the richest among the six of them. His firm, Radulov Industries, manufactured cybersecurity software that resided on almost every modern computer in the world. Apple and Microsoft now shipped with Radulov’s flagship program MATRIX already installed as part of their most recent operating systems. In many ways, he’d saved the computer age from hackers and terrorists.

Not that he wasn’t humble about it all, at least in public.

It was fitting he’d made his money in cybersecurity, because cyber warfare was the next—the only—logical step. The terrorists had their own weaponry, their own drones and IEDs—improvised explosive devices—and, in some extreme cases, planes. They moved through the dark web unseen, unstoppable, buying and selling drugs and weapons, accumulating wealth and influence, recruiting more and more lost souls to their cause.

Roman’s entire life had been built on preventing the flow of negative information, stopping black hat hackers in their tracks, protecting the vulnerable, the ignorant, the gullible. His values had made him rich; his brilliance and charm had made him popular. In the last piece Forbes did on Roman and Radulov Industries, they’d called him Cyber Superman—he was Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, and Elon Musk rolled into a single brain, with a touch of Tony Stark’s humorous arrogance. He’d liked that.

When Barstow had approached Roman about an off-book black-ops program he’d pictured in his mind—specifically, putting together a private drone army to help the smaller countries the United Kingdom wasn’t able to legally protect—Roman was impressed. He’d jumped at the chance to stop the evil that was spreading unchecked across Africa.

Barstow had quietly assembled the Money—the six people here for the demonstration who would fund the operation, if, that is, they were impressed enough to transfer half the total funds required to a special account Barstow had set up. When the drone army was ready to ship, the other half of its total cost, two billion pounds, would be paid. Barstow had also assured him the Money had the resources to move the drones into place. As for Lord Barstow, he referred to himself as Roman’s partner, a small conceit Roman allowed him. He would remain the financial bridge between the Money and Roman. He himself wasn’t rich, merely comfortable, but through his title, lineage, and government contacts, he knew everyone who counted. Roman was amazed Barstow had the brains and guts to set this plan into motion and equally amazed he’d managed to convince six wealthy people to pay for it.

It was the make-or-break moment for Roman, but he wasn’t worried. It was the perfect time—the sun was beginning to set, the sky turning lovely shades of pink and orange, signaling the ending of a very good day. It was time to show Barstow and the Money what they were going to get for their incredible investment of two billion pounds.

In the distance, there was a small village crafted by Roman’s people, no living souls inside, of course, with everything a small desert village would have—huts, cardboard people and goats, even a rooster, several large outbuildings for livestock. They’d spent three weeks here in the bloody-hot desert putting it all together.

Roman grinned to himself.

Now came the fun part.

He nodded to Cyrus Wendell, his right hand for nearly ten years now. Cyrus had worked with him on the development of the drones. He was the only one of Roman’s people he trusted to be there for the demonstration. Cyrus pressed a button on the laptop. Roman lifted his arm, now encased in leather. His wrist held what looked like a small computer keyboard and screen.

“All of the weapons are remotely operated through a computer program I’ve written, controlled by this small device on my forearm. As you can see, this weapons system is portable, discreet—you could even take it on a commercial airline flight. It’s rechargeable and runs on a proprietary lithium-ion battery for long life. It has the latest in Radulov’s biometric security—iris coding and facial recognition, with a DNA backup, as well. Should your device be stolen, or, heaven forbid, you’re forced to unlock it against your will, the system is built to recognize distress in your facial features and take an immediate DNA sample to make sure no one else is trying to control it. If it’s not you, it will shut down.”

Paulina Vittorini, who ran a wealthy shipyard for her family and was considering a run for MP, said, “Impressive, Mr. Ardelean. These measures concern me, though. Are you expecting people to try to steal the technology off our wrists?”

Roman smiled, a hint of flirt on his face. “Wouldn’t you? I take nothing for granted in this world, Ms. Vittorini. Protecting my people and their technology is paramount.

“Now, let me show you what you’ll be getting for your buy-ins.”

Roman pressed the button on his wrist, said nothing, waited three seconds.

It sounded like a swarm of bees, coming closer, closer. The murmurs stopped. The five falcons went on alert, but with a muted command from their master, sat back, yellow eyes watchful.

Seemingly out of nowhere, the drones flew directly over the tent and the presentation space, then stopped and hovered overhead. Roman had included six different breeds—he saw the drones like he saw his five falcons: each had a strength, a pedigree, a purpose. From his tiny hovering dragonfly-like Night Hawk to the fifteen-foot long flagship, the Geode, each rose up in unison and got in line, ready for his command.

“Off you go,” Roman said quietly, pressed a button, and they were over the makeshift village in a few moments.

The drones circled their targets, shooting off their specific weapons—one dropping IEDs on the village, another landing and placing a bomb on the ground before soaring back into the air. Gunfire spurted out of another, loud and deadly, then was almost drowned out by the whistle of a missile launching from the Geode. To the delight of the Money, the small fabricated city and all its cardboard props were destroyed within a minute. Roman swiped a finger on the screen, and the strikes stopped. The drones came back toward them, hovering serenely twenty feet in the air.

Roman handed off the biometric glove to Barstow, who pulled it on and flew the Geode through the skies, trying hard to crash it, marveling at the auto-stabilization, then, as Roman watched, Barstow smiled slyly and dropped a hellfire missile on the city’s smoking ruins.

As flames shot into the quickening night, the Money burst into applause, talking over one another, surprise, awe. It pleased Roman inordinately.

Chapman Donovan said in his gravelly smoker’s voice, “Ardelean, this is brilliant—well done. Well done, indeed. Ah, together, we will halt radical Islam in its tracks! All of you, do we give Mr. Ardelean the go-ahead?”

Applause and enthusiastic nods all around.

Vittorini asked, “What does the little drone do?”

“The Night Hawk is a personal-protection drone capable of delivering a needle-size weapon into the neck of a target from twenty-five yards away. So if you need to assassinate someone, you’ll want to order a few of them.”

Barstow laughed, almost too heartily, gave Roman an avuncular smile, and slapped him on the shoulder. “And whom among us knows when such a need might arise? You’ve thought of everything.”

“Thank you, my lord. I’m glad you’re pleased. Now, I have one last display for you before we get down to business.”

Roman gestured with his hand and gave a short whistle. With a piercing shriek, the falcons took off as one, as if they, too, were programmed by Roman’s computers. The Money gasped in surprise when the falcons attacked the drones, swooping down, grabbing them by their bellies and whipping them to the ground. Within a few minutes, Roman’s small drone army was destroyed.

He loved the looks of shock on their faces and said, in his charming leader’s voice, an eyebrow arched, “You were not expecting a counteroffensive? We must have a proper defense to protect us from the future of unmanned warfare. If the terrorists attack us with their drones, there is nothing we can do but try to shoot them out of the sky, which rarely works. Properly trained falcons and eagles, on the other hand, can watch for incoming drones and eliminate them before they get anywhere near their targets.”

He was pleased Vittorini looked properly impressed. “But how do they not get hurt by the propellers?”

“Their legs and breasts are wrapped in impenetrable specialty Kevlar.”

From the looks on their faces—Barstow had been right—they were all in, as eager as children on Christmas morning. It was a victory for Barstow, whose plan it was, and a victory for Roman, who’d set his own genius to the drone development and succeeded beyond all expectations.

He smiled, nodded. “Please feel free to join me back in the tent, and I will review our production steps with you.” And he bowed. “Your private army awaits. I will be there in a moment—I need to give my falcons their reward.”

Cyrus wheeled up a cart of five dead rabbits. The Money stuck around to see the falcons tear them apart, one rabbit to each falcon, and marveled at their perfect conduct.

And then they followed Roman to the tent, their steps light, each face glowing with enthusiasm and hope.

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The Sixth Day 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 44 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I purchased a thriller/mystery, but it reads more like a history book. Not enough focus on the main characters.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The story was messy and rambling. The banter between characters was stilted and disjointed. Coulter's usually fabulous dialog flow was lacking it's fun and flair. Maybe JT Ellison's contribution's are not a great fit, don't really know but definitely not up to par.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed the drama and story line.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great setup for finale, but wearying over the last few chapters. Needed an editor. Engrossing early, solid middle game, tired at the end.
Anonymous 7 months ago
Could not put down....perfect development of characters and storyline...
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Do not waste your time and money!
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Mommagabs More than 1 year ago
I actually give this book 4.5 stars...I am a fan of both Catherine Coulter and J.T. Ellison individually, but this is actually my first reading of a joint text and I really enjoyed it. Can the quest for peace cause you to cross the line into murder? Nicholas Drummond and his partner Michaela Caine will soon find out in this action packed novel. People are dropping dead on the streets...and no one knows why, until the FBI steps in. Who is killing off political and industrial leaders? And why are people in Europe turning up dead and drained of their blood? Who would think that these two cases would be linked? Has Dracula been resurrected? Or is there another explanation? This is what the team is racing to find out...before the end of the Sixth Day.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Coulter and Ellison deliver a must-read story earning a five-star ranking. This read has every element you’d ever dream you wanted in a book.
Vhar318 More than 1 year ago
Nicholas Drummond and Michaela (Mike) Caine, along with MI5, MI6 and Covert Eyes are on the hunt for someone killing off major political figures and the reason as to why they are dying. Also intertwined within the story is the mysterious Voynich Manuscript and where it come from and what it means. Catherine Coulter and J T Ellison have collaborated to write a fantastic series. The story keeps you going n the edge of your seat. Full of action and drama with every turn of the page. The story details and explains great historical markers in England which helps in visualizing where everything is taking place I absolutely loved this book! I have enjoyed Catherine Coulter and AJ T Ellison’s books separately, but I really enjoy them writing together. I highly recommend this book and the series.
C_Fowler More than 1 year ago
The Sixth Day is the fifth in the A Brit in the FBI series and the first one that I have read. Set in London, Nicholas Drummond, the Brit, and his American partner, Michaela (Mike), are spending their vacation visiting his family but get drawn into an investigation regarding large-scale computer hacking and assassinations of political figures. At the same time, a British Museum scholar is kidnapped possibly because of her knowledge of the Voynich papers, which seem to have provenance all the way back to Vlad Dracul. Are these incidents related? With this combination, the book immediately draws in the reader and is fast-paced and action-filled throughout. Nicholas and Mike, part of the FBI's "Covert Eyes" team, make great partners both on the job and off and have a supporting cast of characters that keep them right in the middle of all the action. The Sixth Day alternates from the past to the present and gives the reader quite a lot to think about, and possibly lose sleep over. Although I have not read any of the prior installments of A Brit in the FBI, this book easily stands on its own. I received a copy of this book from NetGalley. All thoughts and opinions are solely my own.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love this series.
Booklover225 More than 1 year ago
I have been given a digital copy of this book by NetGalley in exchange for my honest opinion. I honesty enjoyed this book! Catherine Coulter and JT Ellison combine their expertise in writing The Sixth Day. This story centers around a linage of twins where one is strong and one is weak with an incurable bleeding condition. Dating back to the days and times of the fabled Dracula to the modern day of drones and computers. Revenge and love for his brother drives wealthy cyber security expert Roman Ardelean's to lengths no one should ever reach. Searching for the blood he believes will save his brother's life he does unspeakable crimes. Imagined betrayals he deals with in deadly ways. Covert Eyes, Brit investigators, Nicholas and his wife and partner Michaela are trying to find who has killed two major political figures in a way that leaves them stunned. Now attempts on their lives leave them puzzled and angry at what is happening. Dr. Isabella Marin an expert in Twin Talk has located a portion of an ancient manuscript, one Roman believes will unlock the formula to saving his brother, He will do anything to get it. However, he doesn't just want the partial manuscript he wants Dr. Marin. Realizing she can read the manuscript that is written in twin language only possible of twin descendants of his lineage, Racing to find who is killing the political figures, who is hacking all the computers with sensitive information and who is trying to kill them Nicholas and "Mike" must now also find Dr. Marin who has disappeared leaving a dead body in her apartment. This excellent book is a great story of murder, mystery, love, and danger. Encompassing ancient times and futuristic inventions. You will ride the tides of action never finding a dull moment!
Elizabeth_Gray More than 1 year ago
A non-stop, action-packed six days. The Sixth Day keeps you wanting to turn the page, is another could not put down and great addition to the series. Will definitely be waiting for the next in the series. Nicholas Drummond and Michaela Caine, of the American FBI, are in England to recover from the events in The Devil’s Triangle when they receive news of multiple computer systems being held hostage. Once again Nicholas and Adam, another member of the Covert Eyes team, work to solve the case. And the drama of assassinations just keeps coming for the team. Add in trained falcons, drones and the strange story of a book written in a language known only to the twins of those related to Dracula’s family with a history of twins, and the race to save the day is on, but one you know will be solved by our great team of Nicholas and Mike. This book was won in a contest held by Goodreads and Gallery books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Keeps you on the edge of the seat.
Meldawoman More than 1 year ago
I have only one disappointment with this book: Why didn't I find this series and this author earlier!!!???? I LOVE this genre of good guys vs. bad guys, crime fighting, and intimate stories with how the good guys (FBI, CIA, MI5, MI6, or any secret crime fighting unit) catch the bad guys. This series is about a cooperative effort between FBI and MI5 to solve a cyber crime. Oh yeah, and the central characters are a man (super cyber sleuth and progreammer) and a kick-ass crack-shot, butt-kicking woman, who is also brilliant! There are all kinds of cyber warriors and sleuths and other smart people in this book. Ultimately, it is scary scenario of what could go wrong in the digital world and how new technologies could endanger the world. In this day and age, who wouldn't bristle at having to go back to snail mail in order to communicate???? If you like smart, snappy modern day thrillers--then you will love this book!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
When I first started reading The Sixth Day I was a bit confused and wasn't sure if I should keep reading. I decided to stick with it and I am so glad I did! This novel combines characters from other novels written by Coulter and Ellison. Nicholas Drummond and Mike are FBI agents vacationing in Britain when important people start dying in unconventional ways. Nicholas and Mike are called in to help. Dr. Isabella Marin makes an important discovery of the Voynich manuscript and determines it is written in a secret twin language that has eluded cryptologists for years. Isabella is convinced she has cracked the code. Roman Radulov is a cyber genius whose computer security is used throughout the world and is installed on almost every computer. He has built an empire with his knowledge and also branched out into building hi-tech drones. He hopes that his drones will be purchased by countries who will use them to end war without sending in soldiers but by using military grade drones. Radulov industries is much more advanced than people know. Roman has a brother, Radu, who is one of the geniuses behind his technological advances. Radu suffers from a rare disease that they are searching for a cure for. Roman is hoping that they will find some answers in the Voynich manuscript. This is a great story that weaves present and past. Highly recommended.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great from beginning to end, with lots of twists and turns.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Probably the best in the series
18715140 More than 1 year ago
Catherine & J.T. do it again in their latest installment of the Brit Series. The novel moved quickly with twist & turns that will keep readers of this series turning the pages. I'm just amazed at what these two can come up in a plot and sub plots. I think this novel & series could be moved to the big screen or TV with great success.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I missed some of the word play between the hero's that were in previous books but still liked the story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love her books. She keeps you hang on edge of seat suspence.