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Authors: Joshua Graham
Tags: thriller, Suspense, Romance, Paranormal, paranormal romance, supernatural, demons, Angels, Terrorism, nephilim, #1 bestseller, Paranormal Suspense, Joshua Graham, redemption, supernatural thriller, TERMINUS
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leave. And with all the beatings she took from him, Yuri had no doubt he would kill her, too.
Naturally, the first person Yuri ever killed without being paid was Sascha. But it was too little, too late. His mother was dying in the hospital from lung cancer, Yuri holding her hand till her last breath, when he whispered with tears in his voice, “You’re free at last, Mommochka.”
Damn, he was crying.
He hadn’t thought of his mother for so long, and now was no time to start looking to the past. He had to find the package, find a way to get this ridiculous boat back to dry land. God, if you help me get to Mexico safe I promise this will be the last —
Something gently bumped the back of his ankle.
He whirled around with the flashlight.
Floating like a rectangular life preserver was the suitcase containing the components for the package he was delivering.
“Thank you!” he cried, then grabbed the suitcase.
There was hope after all. Someone might rescue him if he could get onto Jonas’s radio. He hurried up the steps to search for it.
Having gotten past the border authorities of at least four countries and survived the deathly grip of the Pacific Ocean, Yuri now felt invincible. Not even Jonas had survived—the madman of the seas now hung like some gruesome ornament from his own boat. Yes, Yuri would get to his destination, complete his job, and become obscenely rich in just a few days.
Nothing could stand in his way now.
Except for the large white ship with a large red diagonal stripe and a thin blue one that now stood at the fishing boat’s bow with the words U.S. Coast Guard emblazoned on its hull.
16
HOW COULD SUCH A NICE BLOKE as Jonathan Hartwell be so dangerous an influence? Nick found it hard to see this loving father as a future threat to millions of people.
He’d read Matthew a bedtime story and put him to bed a couple of hours ago. Now he sat in his plush leather executive chair staring at the screensaver. Photos of the wedding. Elaine, the world’s most beautiful bride. Matthew, sitting in a stroller at two.
Hartwell was thinking now, and some angels could discern human thoughts. “Listening in” wasn’t one of Nick’s outstanding abilities, like that ridiculous power of healing he was forbidden to use. But he could do it. In fact, he was finding himself able to hear more clearly than ever. Which was convenient if he was to prevent Hartwell from his daily studies and routines over the next two weeks.
Hartwell sighed. He thought. Remaining invisible, Nick heard.
// SHE’S RIGHT. IF I’M EVER GOING TO GET TO THAT NEXT LEVEL I’VE GOT TO TAKE THINGS MORE SERIOUSLY. //
He reached for his notebook and Bible.
His shoulders relaxed a bit.
// CAN’T BELIEVE I’VE LET THINGS SLIDE FOR SO LONG //
He was about to commence his daily studies. Nothing so terrible about that—especially since his materials included the Good Book. But Nick’s assignment was clear.
A smile lit up Jon’s face as he zipped open the leather cover of his Bible and began leafing through the pages.
Nick flicked a finger.
Hartwell’s computer sounded an email alert chime. Not that the computer actually chimed, it was just a small auditory construct.
About to read the first lines of the sixth chapter of the gospel according to Matthew, Jon looked up for a second at the screen. He deliberated for all of two seconds.
// NO...EMAILS CAN WAIT //
“Oh, come on.” He didn’t feel right about getting in Hartwell’s way at the moment, but—
Nick’s phone rang.
And at the same moment, so did Hartwell’s. The young preacher let it ring a few times before Nick answered Lena’s call.
“Nikolai, are we having any difficulty with the assignment?” He could just see the smirk on her face.
“Of course not. As a matter of fact, I just—”
“Hold on...”
Before he knew it, she was standing before him.
“I don’t
Naturally, the first person Yuri ever killed without being paid was Sascha. But it was too little, too late. His mother was dying in the hospital from lung cancer, Yuri holding her hand till her last breath, when he whispered with tears in his voice, “You’re free at last, Mommochka.”
Damn, he was crying.
He hadn’t thought of his mother for so long, and now was no time to start looking to the past. He had to find the package, find a way to get this ridiculous boat back to dry land. God, if you help me get to Mexico safe I promise this will be the last —
Something gently bumped the back of his ankle.
He whirled around with the flashlight.
Floating like a rectangular life preserver was the suitcase containing the components for the package he was delivering.
“Thank you!” he cried, then grabbed the suitcase.
There was hope after all. Someone might rescue him if he could get onto Jonas’s radio. He hurried up the steps to search for it.
Having gotten past the border authorities of at least four countries and survived the deathly grip of the Pacific Ocean, Yuri now felt invincible. Not even Jonas had survived—the madman of the seas now hung like some gruesome ornament from his own boat. Yes, Yuri would get to his destination, complete his job, and become obscenely rich in just a few days.
Nothing could stand in his way now.
Except for the large white ship with a large red diagonal stripe and a thin blue one that now stood at the fishing boat’s bow with the words U.S. Coast Guard emblazoned on its hull.
16
HOW COULD SUCH A NICE BLOKE as Jonathan Hartwell be so dangerous an influence? Nick found it hard to see this loving father as a future threat to millions of people.
He’d read Matthew a bedtime story and put him to bed a couple of hours ago. Now he sat in his plush leather executive chair staring at the screensaver. Photos of the wedding. Elaine, the world’s most beautiful bride. Matthew, sitting in a stroller at two.
Hartwell was thinking now, and some angels could discern human thoughts. “Listening in” wasn’t one of Nick’s outstanding abilities, like that ridiculous power of healing he was forbidden to use. But he could do it. In fact, he was finding himself able to hear more clearly than ever. Which was convenient if he was to prevent Hartwell from his daily studies and routines over the next two weeks.
Hartwell sighed. He thought. Remaining invisible, Nick heard.
// SHE’S RIGHT. IF I’M EVER GOING TO GET TO THAT NEXT LEVEL I’VE GOT TO TAKE THINGS MORE SERIOUSLY. //
He reached for his notebook and Bible.
His shoulders relaxed a bit.
// CAN’T BELIEVE I’VE LET THINGS SLIDE FOR SO LONG //
He was about to commence his daily studies. Nothing so terrible about that—especially since his materials included the Good Book. But Nick’s assignment was clear.
A smile lit up Jon’s face as he zipped open the leather cover of his Bible and began leafing through the pages.
Nick flicked a finger.
Hartwell’s computer sounded an email alert chime. Not that the computer actually chimed, it was just a small auditory construct.
About to read the first lines of the sixth chapter of the gospel according to Matthew, Jon looked up for a second at the screen. He deliberated for all of two seconds.
// NO...EMAILS CAN WAIT //
“Oh, come on.” He didn’t feel right about getting in Hartwell’s way at the moment, but—
Nick’s phone rang.
And at the same moment, so did Hartwell’s. The young preacher let it ring a few times before Nick answered Lena’s call.
“Nikolai, are we having any difficulty with the assignment?” He could just see the smirk on her face.
“Of course not. As a matter of fact, I just—”
“Hold on...”
Before he knew it, she was standing before him.
“I don’t
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