Chapters (50)
- “YOU CAN TOUCH ME ALL YOU WANT, BUT I WON’T ABANDON THE JOB.”
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- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Teaser chapter
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Probably because he would be bleeding out and losing consciousness. “Roscoe doesn’t have a phone. He’s to contact me in a week from a burner to see if I’m still alive. Under no circumstances is he to give me the evidence.” There was a slim chance that one fact would keep Raider alive.
Wolfe pulled into the vacant lot of what used to be a gas station. A rusty Red and Sons Petrol sign hung drunkenly from the boarded-up square building. “This is where I get out. I’ll walk back to the motel and check for escape routes if we end up on foot.” He leaned over and held out a hand.
Raider shook it. “Thanks, Wolfe.”
“Yep. You’ve got this.” Wolfe smiled, the sight grim. “Embrace the new identity but keep as quiet as you can. Never volunteer anything. Give the code word, and we’ll come in, guns out.”
Adrenaline flowed freely through Raider’s veins as he released his friend. The unit had bonded quickly, and he trusted Wolfe and Force with his life. With Brigid’s life, too. “Thanks, Wolfe.”
“Yep.” Wolfe opened the door and jumped out, leaving the vehicle for Raider. “Just don’t die, Tanaka.”
Always good advice. Raider climbed over the console to the driver’s seat and shut the door. It was time to become somebody else. Hopefully he wouldn’t die as that person.
He put the SUV in drive and dove completely into his cover.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Six
After a long day conducting an even deeper search into Eddie Coonan’s organization, Brigid had filled a notebook with the names of every person he’d ever done business with. She’d left it at the office. She’d also spent serious time scrubbing any pictures of Raider from the web. There were only a couple, mainly from an op he’d conducted with their unit the previous month. But no scrub was complete. She’d done the best job possible, and her neck muscles felt like somebody had pounded concrete into them.
She waited at the entrance to her apartment as Malcolm and the dog conducted a cursory search. Rolling her eyes, she walked into the small living room. “I don’t see the necessity of you guys checking out the place every time I come home. Nobody knows I’m here.”
Malcolm prowled out of her bedroom. “You have a guy jump out of your closet one night at you, and you’ll wish I had checked it out first.”
Well, that was true. Geez. Though Malcolm, in his ripped shirt and facial scruff, looked tons more dangerous than any crazy guy in a closet would. Except for the furry white kitten head visible from his right pocket. Roscoe returned to her, his tail wagging, his tongue out.