Everyone's luck runs out in the end. Even the luck of the devil.
Alex Rider was no exception.
It was an accident of fate that had killed him. A speeding car. A daughter in trouble. It was just basic human instinct.
None outside MI6 knew the truth, of course.
He just left, like his father and mother, uncle and godfather.
All that knew him, thought after him.
All that loved him, grief touched them.
And all that wished to forget, simply did.
It was destined to be, one way or another.
But for Alex Rider, it had come too soon.