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Authors: Lisa Marie Rice
Tags: Fiction, General, Suspense, Erótica, Romance, Contemporary, Women Singers, Romantic Suspense Fiction, Abused Women, Retired military personnel, Security consultants
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me there in ten minutes!”
The taxi driver was young, and looked like a college student. “Yes, ma’am !” he grinned and stood on the accelerator. There was a squeal of tires and she was pressed against the back of the seat. Good. As long as the driver didn’t get them killed on the way, the faster she got to her room, the better.
Could they track her down? She thought it over. She hadn’t called the Bird in Flight number from her cell phone but from a pay phone at the Greyhound station. The hotel she’d found was just over a mile from there, though. Would they be able to track her down?
Probably. These guys would have enormous resources at their disposal, including manpower.
And she hadn’t even had a chance to sleep yet. She’d just washed up a bit before going to RBK. So now she’d have to leave, fast, and go…
Her mind pulled a blank.
Go where?
She’d plan that when she got to the hotel. Right now her entire being was panic bolted on top of exhaustion.
God, she was tired. The whole weight of the past three days, of the past year, was settling on her shoulders like a concrete mantle. She was usually pretty good at making snap decisions, but none that made any sense to her were coming at the moment.
Run. Again. But to where?
Georgia, Seattle, San Diego…geographically speaking, her next stop should be in northern New England, even though she hated the cold. Hole up in Maine or Vermont.
And how the hell to get there? Undetected by Harry Bolt and Sam Reston, who scared her almost as much as Gerald Montez? Gerald swaggered around, and he was dangerous because he could be unstable and had a violent streak to him.
Harry Bolt in particular struck her as dangerous, because she could clearly see the intelligence in his eyes.
Having a violent man after her was scary; having a violent, intelligent man after her was terrifying.
Oh, God.
She closed her eyes, overwhelmed, shaking. What next?
She drew a complete blank. Well, check that her cell phone was off, for one. It was a cheap prepaid throwaway and she made a point of keeping it turned off, using it only when absolutely necessary. RBK Security wouldn’t have it, but you could never be too cautious. Or paranoid.
Ellen scrabbled in her purse and her eyes widened when she realized that she’d told Harry Bolt and Sam Reston the sober truth.
She really had left her cell phone behind. Not outside the building but in the hotel. The hotel she was going to have to leave as fast as possible.
The streets got a little meaner, then meaner still and then the cab pulled up in front of her hotel. Ellen paid and rushed toward the entrance.
A big hand grabbed her and slammed her against the side of a car while someone ran toward her with a gun. Pain streaked through her and the world blackened at the edges.
Chapter 4
Harry met Sam’s eyes and refrained from wincing. Sam’s eyes were so bloodshot it was as if he had opened up his veins and drained them right into his eyes. Nicole’s morning sickness had clearly been preceded by a whole lot of night sickness.
Well, Sam was married to a stunningly beautiful woman he was crazy about and who loved him right back. They were expecting a much-desired little girl. What were a few sleepless nights in comparison to that?
Nothing.
“Montez,” Sam growled. “That son of a bitch.” His red eyes blazed. “Going to bring that fucker down.”
Bearclaw was hated all throughout the U.S. military, but especially by SpecOps soldiers. Montez’s men were not encouraged to show restraint and had no rules of engagement at all, unless you count getoutofmywaymotherfuckerorI’llshoot as a rule of engagement.
Four very good men had died badly as a direct result of Bearclaw’s brutality, and Harry knew of at least two instances in which Bearclaw men had brought down fire on soldiers’ positions through sheer carelessness.
“Oh yeah.” Just the thought of Gerald Montez going after
The taxi driver was young, and looked like a college student. “Yes, ma’am !” he grinned and stood on the accelerator. There was a squeal of tires and she was pressed against the back of the seat. Good. As long as the driver didn’t get them killed on the way, the faster she got to her room, the better.
Could they track her down? She thought it over. She hadn’t called the Bird in Flight number from her cell phone but from a pay phone at the Greyhound station. The hotel she’d found was just over a mile from there, though. Would they be able to track her down?
Probably. These guys would have enormous resources at their disposal, including manpower.
And she hadn’t even had a chance to sleep yet. She’d just washed up a bit before going to RBK. So now she’d have to leave, fast, and go…
Her mind pulled a blank.
Go where?
She’d plan that when she got to the hotel. Right now her entire being was panic bolted on top of exhaustion.
God, she was tired. The whole weight of the past three days, of the past year, was settling on her shoulders like a concrete mantle. She was usually pretty good at making snap decisions, but none that made any sense to her were coming at the moment.
Run. Again. But to where?
Georgia, Seattle, San Diego…geographically speaking, her next stop should be in northern New England, even though she hated the cold. Hole up in Maine or Vermont.
And how the hell to get there? Undetected by Harry Bolt and Sam Reston, who scared her almost as much as Gerald Montez? Gerald swaggered around, and he was dangerous because he could be unstable and had a violent streak to him.
Harry Bolt in particular struck her as dangerous, because she could clearly see the intelligence in his eyes.
Having a violent man after her was scary; having a violent, intelligent man after her was terrifying.
Oh, God.
She closed her eyes, overwhelmed, shaking. What next?
She drew a complete blank. Well, check that her cell phone was off, for one. It was a cheap prepaid throwaway and she made a point of keeping it turned off, using it only when absolutely necessary. RBK Security wouldn’t have it, but you could never be too cautious. Or paranoid.
Ellen scrabbled in her purse and her eyes widened when she realized that she’d told Harry Bolt and Sam Reston the sober truth.
She really had left her cell phone behind. Not outside the building but in the hotel. The hotel she was going to have to leave as fast as possible.
The streets got a little meaner, then meaner still and then the cab pulled up in front of her hotel. Ellen paid and rushed toward the entrance.
A big hand grabbed her and slammed her against the side of a car while someone ran toward her with a gun. Pain streaked through her and the world blackened at the edges.
Chapter 4
Harry met Sam’s eyes and refrained from wincing. Sam’s eyes were so bloodshot it was as if he had opened up his veins and drained them right into his eyes. Nicole’s morning sickness had clearly been preceded by a whole lot of night sickness.
Well, Sam was married to a stunningly beautiful woman he was crazy about and who loved him right back. They were expecting a much-desired little girl. What were a few sleepless nights in comparison to that?
Nothing.
“Montez,” Sam growled. “That son of a bitch.” His red eyes blazed. “Going to bring that fucker down.”
Bearclaw was hated all throughout the U.S. military, but especially by SpecOps soldiers. Montez’s men were not encouraged to show restraint and had no rules of engagement at all, unless you count getoutofmywaymotherfuckerorI’llshoot as a rule of engagement.
Four very good men had died badly as a direct result of Bearclaw’s brutality, and Harry knew of at least two instances in which Bearclaw men had brought down fire on soldiers’ positions through sheer carelessness.
“Oh yeah.” Just the thought of Gerald Montez going after
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