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Chapters (61)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. CONTENTS
  5. START READING
  6. PART ONE
  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. PART TWO
  23. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  24. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  25. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  26. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  36. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  46. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  47. CHAPTER FORTY
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  49. PART THREE
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  54. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  55. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  56. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  57. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY
  59. EPILOGUE
  60. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  61. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

She started to nod when the glint of something metallic caught her eye. The agent’s jacket had flapped open momentarily as he dropped the ID to his chest; it was his sidearm, and it was the wrong color.

Jenn glided forward, down the steps, toward the agent—drawing her weapon and moving in one liquid movement. She had it raised by the third step. The agent fumbled his draw and froze, his gun still pointing at the ground uselessly as his eyes locked on the business end of hers. They stared at each other over the hood of Gibson’s car.

His partner stepped to her left, trying to get a good angle to put his gun on her. She took a step right, matching him. As it was, he would have to fire over the roof of the car, and it didn’t give him a great shot. She prayed that Hendricks was backing her play and had a clear line of fire if it came to that. The agents at the SUVs brought rifles up and trained them on the house.

“Tell your boys to stay cool,” she said to the lead agent. “Because you’re gonna miss all the action if they don’t.”

He nodded and called back to them to stay where they were.

“Not the first time you’ve had a gun on you, is it?”

He shook his head.

“I can tell. Most guys, you point a gun at their chest, and they freak the fuck out. But not you. You’re just mister ice water. I admire that. I do. So why don’t you tell me who you all actually are, so this isn’t the last.”

“We’re the FBI, ma’am. Now put that down.”

“No, I like this gun. I’ve been shooting it, or one like it, since I was eight years old. So run that by me again.”

“FBI,” he said stubbornly.

“Is that a Glock 23 in your hand, Agent?”

The agent looked down at it. When he looked back he was nervous for the first time.

“No,” she answered for him. “That looks a lot like a chrome-plated Colt 1911.”

The agent nodded glumly.

“You know who carries chrome-plated 1911s? Guys with small dicks and big complexes. You know who doesn’t? Bureau guys. Never have, never will. So tell me again who you are, and if you say FBI to me again, I’m going to punch a hole in that ID like it’s a train ticket.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN