Chapters (45)
- Cover
- Praise for the Love and Honor Series
- Half Title Page
- Books by Hallee Bridgeman
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Glossary of Military Terms and Acronyms
- ChapterOne
- ChapterTwo
- ChapterThree
- ChapterFour
- ChapterFive
- ChapterSix
- ChapterSeven
- ChapterEight
- ChapterNine
- ChapterTen
- ChapterEleven
- ChapterTwelve
- ChapterThirteen
- ChapterFourteen
- ChapterFifteen
- ChapterSixteen
- ChapterSeventeen
- ChapterEighteen
- ChapterNineteen
- CHaptertwenty
- ChapterTwenty-one
- ChapterTwenty-two
- ChapterTwenty-three
- ChapterTwenty-four
- ChapterTwenty-five
- ChapterTwenty-six
- ChapterTwenty-seven
- ChapterTwenty-eight
- ChapterTwenty-nine
- ChapterThirty
- Discussion Questions
- Recipes
- Sneak Peek of the next book in the series, Word of Honor
- ChapterOne
- About the Author
- Back Ads
- Back Cover
Cisco chambered a round in the shotgun. Somehow, she could hear the sound through the roaring in her ears. “Last chance. You will read a statement on behalf of Green War.”
“Here’s my statement, you dirty—”
The room exploded with the sound of the shotgun blast. Lynda froze, unable to believe what had just happened. Cisco turned back toward her. Jack lay just outside the door, unmoving. She could see only his legs and feet. One of the other men lit a match, fired up a hand-rolled cigarette, and tossed the match on Jack. His body went up in flames.
A sound came from Lynda—a scream, a yell, a guttural moan.
Cisco strode across the room toward her, aiming the shotgun at her face. He stopped close enough that she could see the wild look in his eyes. “Now, Agent Culter. Let’s have a conversation.”
Red and white lights strobed from her right. Through the open barn door, she spotted police cars coming their way. A sob of relief had her close her eyes and bow her head. She didn’t know if the man would kill her before help arrived, but at least she and Jack wouldn’t die out here where no one would know what had happened to them.
A sharp whistle from the black-haired man made everyone scramble. A thick, bound stack of papers landed at her feet.
“That’s our manifesto,” Cisco said. “Goodbye for now, Agent Lynda Culter. We’ll meet again.”
As two police cars pulled into the yard, a door slammed behind her. Sobs tore through her, feeling like they’d rip her body in half. The smell of gasoline-laced smoke filled her nose, burned her eyes, became all she could taste.
“Jack!” she screamed.
About the Author
Hallee Bridgeman is the USA Today bestselling author of several action-packed romantic suspense books and series. An Army brat turned Floridian, Hallee and her husband finally settled in central Kentucky, where they have raised their three children. When she’s not writing, Hallee pursues her passion for cooking, coffee, campy action movies, and regular date nights with her husband. An accomplished speaker and active member of several writing organizations, Hallee can be found online at www.halleebridgeman.com.
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