JOE HAD MADE A lot of speeches during his career with varying degrees of importance. Today's felt as though it carried more weight. Both of the topics could warrant their own address, but he was only going to get one shot at saying this. Once he dropped these two truth bombs, things would spin out of control.He stared at the black and white printed words on the page Aslan had given him before going out to push through Joe's release. It had been a long time since he'd written his own speech. He'd forgotten how arduous it could be choosing the right words. He hoped he hadn't messed up."Mr. Neilson?" An officer approached the cell doors."Come to call me home?" Joe stood and buttoned his jacket. He'd have never thought the day would end with him about to resign, but he should have known that he would never get away with this crime."Yes, sir."The officer walked him through the release process. Joe's things were returned to him before he was shown out into a public area where his l
CARSON HUNCHED LOWER TRYING to keep as much of her inside the coat as possible. Except for Owen and the lawyer she hadn't seen anyone in what felt like days. It was just her and this room.Would she ever get out of here?Someone tapped on the door.She frowned and said, "Come in?"The door swung open and Owen stood there, his blue eyes twinkling."Ready to go?" he asked."Is that a trick question?""Come on."He held her chair while she got to her feet."I think I'm completely frozen," she said."Sorry about that. I tried to adjust it." He placed his hand on her back. "There's someone here who'd like to see you."Carson didn't know if that statement was a warning or a promise.Owen guided her out of the interrogation room and through a few doors into a spacious office area."This is bullshit," Walker spat."You have the right to remain silent," a man with bright red hair said as he clapped cuffs on Agent Walker.Carson stopped in her tracks and watched along with everyon
CARSON SAT IN HER car out in front of the guy's house and gripped the steering wheel.This was the past all over again.Everyone except Ryan was home, and she had a bomb to deliver.She glanced at the folded up piece of paper in the seat next to her and her stomach clenched.She wasn't sick with whatever was going around the office unless she could be sick with a baby.A baby.A real one this time."Oh, god." She sank down further into her seat and looked up at the tree shading the lane out front.Last week those leaves had been green. Now they were turning colors. She'd held the ladder when Ryan had to trim the branches a few weeks before that. Somehow lawn care had fallen to the two of them. She didn't mind pitching in and helping around the guy's house. She slept there as often as she slept at her apartment. Weeding the flower beds was therapeutic. She liked the sound of the mower and the smell of the grass.They'd just found their rhythm. Things were normal. Perfect.She
NINE MONTHS LATER...CARSON HAD VISIONS OF what bringing her baby home would be like. How everything would be perfect. Her maternity clothes would be gone. Jessica had bought her that adorable maxi dress Carson wanted to wear home. She'd be comfortable. Family would be in the wings ready to fawn over the child.Reality was anything but."Welcome home." Ryan beamed at her, already settling into the role of excited new dad with gusto."Is she still asleep? Did you check her?" Carson had hoped her waddling days were over, but after two days of being in labor, most of her still hurt."She's fine. You're the one I'm worried about. Come on." He took her hands and guided her through their tiny living room, down the hall and into the master bedroom.Their big, comfortable bed beckoned. After being in the hospital for a week between the delivery and recovering from her emergency C-section, the mattress was a slice of heaven. She was looking forward to lying down without having to dodge
Volume 7: Dangerous BetrayalALEC ESPOSITO KNEW AN impossible op when he saw one. He'd been on plenty of impossible ops during his days as a SEAL. Foolishly, he'd thought civilian life would be easier. Somehow his private security days were a lot more harrowing.Sitting in the conference room of the Aegis Group Seattle office, he could feel the bite of danger just watching the intel unfold. His housemates were there with him, focused on the screen laying out the numerous reasons why they should not be focused on this op. And yet, they'd all promised to go. Because every military branch and diplomatic mission had failed one woman for ten years. It was a miracle the almost sixty-year-old documentary film maker was still alive after being in the hands of Al-Qaeda then ISIS. Their latest intel said that Jules Neilson had traded hands again and was temporarily in Damascus, Syria.There was another woman in that city. One Alec had a far more personal connection to.Vara Price.His hea
ALEC GUNNED THE MOTORCYCLE'S engine and didn't slow down heading into the turn. The wheels skidded and the ungodly motorcycle-cart contraption went in a wide arc onto the next street. This late at night there wasn't as much foot traffic, which was a blessing and a curse. He glanced down the road behind them at the truck barreling after them."Hold on, Jules." Alec gave the bike everything he had and prayed it would be enough. "Ryan? Zain? Anyone-do you copy?"Still no fucking answer.Everything was going to hell. If they made it past tonight without getting their brains splattered across the pavement, he'd call it a win. He had no idea where his team was or if they were alive.His focus was Jules. It had to be. He couldn't risk thinking about anyone else until he'd secured her. How he was going to do that was a mystery.If Alec didn't make it through the two security checkpoints in the next twenty minutes he'd be stuck in this area until morning. The curfew was about to drop and t
VARA PRICE STARED OVER her cards at the three men studying their odds."I'm out," the one on her left said and slouched back in his seat.The man across from her took a long, slow drag on his cigarette, studying her. She smiled back, content to wait them out.She liked playing cards with her new hires. How a man handled the cards told her a lot about who they were. How they assessed danger and risk. Too much time spent making decisions, and she knew they weren't long for her team. React too fast and she knew they'd walk into a dangerous situation with no idea they were about to lose their head.Her life and the success of her mission depended on these men, and they didn't have any clue what they were really doing. The old pang of guilt stabbed at her, but she was beyond letting that emotion get the best of her. What they didn't know might save their lives.A commotion in the hall outside the communal room drew the attention of the other two men. The third pulled his cigarette from
RAFAT NOUR DIDN'T BELIEVE in coincidences.He stroked his chin and stared out the window onto his domain.This had never been his goal in life. He'd taken over the family shop selling rugs in his teens, expanded their store, opened others and had built a nice business before the conflict began. His business had died then, but not his means to make money. Smuggling had become a way of life. He worked with the government and military to move goods they couldn't get through normal channels, not with so many sanctions on their country. Rafat did good work.But this business had an expiration date on it. In the future, the very hand of the government that allowed him to work freely would crush him in the name of honest commerce. Which was why Rafat had plans in place.Plans that were now slipping through his fingers."Sir?" A man hovered in the doorway leading to Rafat's office."The soldiers didn't find anything?" Calling them in had been a calculated move on his part."No, sir.""