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A spy presumed dead only wants his life back... the undercover bride is a surprise.
CIA officer Andrew Garner died in an ambush he plotted, taking three soldiers down with him. Or so everyone believed. After years of living under the radar without a country or a friend, he's tracked the real culprit back to Charleston, South Carolina.
Army Counter-Intelligence officer Laura Talbot signed off on the reports of Garner's death as well as his responsibility for the tragic ambush years ago. Hearing he might be alive, she travels to Charleston to confirm the rumor with her own eyes.
But it's more than a simple case of mistaken identity as Laura and Andrew must improvise and outmaneuver a team bent on killing them both.
Don't miss any of the RC Investigations romantic suspense novels from USA Today bestseller V.R. Marks: The Thief, The Witness, The Hostage, The Informant, and The Suit.
Excerpt:
“Mr. Garner?”
He didn’t so much as twitch. He
wasn’t Garner, hadn’t been for years. Today he was pretending to
be one more husband desperately seeking the right purple bookends for
his wife’s library.
“Mr. Garner? Sir? I believe you
dropped your wallet.” Good play, but his wallet was secure behind
the zipper inside his jacket. He had to make a conscious effort to
stay relaxed as he felt the screws tighten. It was a mighty short
list of people from his past who could have found him so quickly. A
shorter list of people who’d known him by that name.
The woman speaking was gaining on his
position. Same flat Midwestern inflections as the woman with the
broom. Damn it. He knew better and still he’d assumed the people
tailing him would’ve been mostly men. He heard the shuffle of
footsteps as customers moved, felt their gazes on him.
There was a camera over the register in
the center of the store. Another would be aimed at the office door.
He peered over his shoulder, as the woman cut off the angle for the
stairs to an upper level showroom. Her expert move, her familiar
face, brought the worst possible scenario to glaring reality. Somehow
Ross Carpenter had found him. Found him and contacted Army
Counter-Intelligence, before Drew’s job was done.
Damn it.
There wasn’t time to worry how Ross
had managed it, seeing as Charleston was hours from any of the RCI
offices. No, Drew’s concern revolved around the immediate,
surviving the here and now. Had Ross called in a favor or assembled a
take-down team?
“Mr. Garner?”
She was directly behind him, likely
holding out a wallet they both knew didn’t belong to him. If she
reached out, got a hand on him at all, it was over. Anyone in her
position, with her training, would be lethal in hand to hand combat,
not to mention carrying a handgun. A fight meant more unwanted
attention than he could afford.
“Sir?” She tapped him on the
shoulder.
“Hmm? Yes?” He shifted, and
turning, he caught her knee with his, gaining a scant precious inch
or two. Enough room to flee.
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