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  1. “I’VE NEVER LIED TO YOU, DANA.”
  2. Also by
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. Chapter Nineteen
  26. Chapter Twenty
  27. Chapter Twenty-One
  28. Chapter Twenty-Two
  29. Chapter Twenty-Three
  30. Chapter Twenty-Four
  31. Chapter Twenty-Five
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. Chapter Thirty-Six
  43. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  44. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  45. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  46. Chapter Forty
  47. Chapter Forty-One
  48. Chapter Forty-Two
  49. Chapter Forty-Three
  50. Chapter Forty-Four
  51. Epilogue
  52. Teaser chapter

Wolfe caught movement from the corner of his eye, and he partially turned to see Roscoe drop low and shimmy silently across the living room, stopping in the middle. That was odd.

“I’m not your girlfriend, but do you want to talk about Dana?” Force emerged from the kitchen.

A split second before it happened, Wolfe realized the dog’s intent. “Force—” His buddy tripped over the sprawled canine, his arms windmilling as he started to fall. The glass and bottle went flying.

Wolfe jumped up and snagged the bottle before the dog could. He held it up high.

Roscoe yipped and sat on his haunches, his gaze on the bottle. The glass hit the carpet and bounced. Roscoe leaped for it, shoving his nose in and licking wildly before turning his attention to the carpet to suck up any remaining whiskey.

“Damn it, Roscoe.” Force planted a hand on the coffee table and shoved himself to his feet.

Wolfe calmly poured himself another glass. “You really need to get that dog some help.” He handed his glass over. “Oh, and Dana and I need the weekend off. Apparently, we’re going to a wedding in Tennessee.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two

Dawn arrived hot and humid with the hint of another summer storm in the air. Wolfe sprawled on the sofa with the dog snoring on the floor, once in a while emitting whiskey farts. Wolfe had alternated all night between wanting to join Dana in the bedroom and desperately wanting to join Dana in the bedroom, but he’d peeked in on her, and she’d been sleeping peacefully. Finally.

He let his hand flop off the sofa to rest on the dog’s head, his eyes closing for a short nap. He had to get a little sleep so he could function during the day, and he’d avoided it during the darker hours of night. Light peeked in through the blinds, so it was safe to let his guard down for a few minutes.

He could taste the dust before he saw the dirt road around their medium tactical vehicle. Behind them was an older truck that held four of his teammates. Rock had gone up ahead in a motorcycle to scout for mines, his specialty. Wolfe looked sideways at Billy, a good ol’ Southern boy from Alabama who still had fresh bruises across his dark forehead and was one of the best intelligence gatherers in the entire service. “I’m not used to riding in the MTV,” Wolfe said, itching to get on a motorcycle, speaking in Dari to keep fluent.

Billy snorted, and his hands relaxed on the wheel before he replied in the same language. “Rock got to the cycle first.”

Whatever. Wolfe stared out the thick window as they passed by a village of brown mud compounds outside Khost city, wondering how many Taliban-affiliated families lived there. The barren hills around them promised more dust and heat as the day wore on.