Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 145091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Rebecca Shaw was a neurologist working on therapies for degenerative brain diseases that some in big pharma wanted suppressed. The operative known as “Constance Tyne” had already “stolen” some data from Rebecca’s studies that hadn’t been released to the public. Rebecca herself had forged the data, but it had been impressive enough to get them a real meeting with The Consortium.
A meeting Taylor meant to keep because she was taking this whole thing down.
She needed a backup team, and that meant bringing in people Owen and Rebecca would be comfortable with.
“They’re excited to get to work a job again,” Kim said, a light in her eyes that told Taylor she was happy to be working again, too. “You got the reports on them, right?”
Jax Lee was a nature guide who specialized in mountain camping and white-water rafting. Timothy Seeger—who apparently went by Tucker—was a general practitioner right here in Wyoming. She’d been told Sandra Croft was his mother-in-law.
Both men had been out of action for years. She hoped she knew what she was doing. “Yes. I’m looking forward to meeting them in person. We’ve got two weeks before I’m due in London. I hope to get everyone up to speed by then. And I hope Kyle is a little more sane at that point. Are you sure we have to take him? I could always make someone else up. After all, it worked with Constance.”
Kim grinned. “Oh, I bet you could. After this you should think about writing fiction. But I think we’re stuck with Kyle. I was told he’s the subject matter expert on this.”
“Well, I was told he killed this chick the first time around and now she’s back, so he can’t be too much of an expert. I think we can do better.” Julia Ennis’s CIA file was classified, and she’d been told she wouldn’t get to read it until the op was given the final go-ahead, and that would be up to the big wig they were sending to meet her tonight.
She’d spent a year and a half working on finding a way to get into The Consortium so she could identify their operatives, the companies they worked for, and the governments who continued to fund them. She’d bounced against a couple of walls inside the Agency, but she could guess why. Julia Ennis had been an agent and she’d turned. It was a tale as old as time to a spy. Hawthorne had been her partner, and he’d been forced to take her out or she would have taken him down.
Honestly, Taylor didn’t get why she wasn’t allowed to see that file. It could have given her important intel, but she’d played the game.
Now it was time to move the game along, and she would be getting in on the action. She wasn’t about to let a salty ex-agent give her hell.
“Give him a chance.” Kim seemed to be all team Hawthorne. “You’ve read his records.”
“The ones that don’t involve Julia Ennis,” Taylor countered.
“Well, once the Agency handler is in place, I suspect Kyle will open up a bit more,” Kim allowed. “But he’s been burned before. You have to know he’s going to be suspicious of you. He’s likely heard the rumors about your dad.”
She had some classified files of her own. “He can fuck himself.”
“Not the attitude you should take,” Kim said with a sigh. “You have to get along with these guys. I know you’ve been on your own, but this is going to be different.”
She’d been working on her own for a year and a half, moving around the globe so it looked like Constance was moving, faking jobs, doing a couple, making slight mistakes so she didn’t come off as far too good. She’d played a tightrope game, and now she was about to reel in the big fish. She was going to take down the group that had ordered her father’s assassination.
She was ready. “I can handle whoever the Agency sends. I know Kyle Hawthorne is a trained field operative, but the new guy will be pure Agency bureaucrat. He’ll be obnoxious and pretentious, and I’ll handle him like I used to handle the men who thought they knew better than my father.”
Kim sighed and leaned back. “Yeah, I remember the type. You know you won’t get that with Jax and Tucker. They understand where you are, and they’ll back you up. I work with Jax, you know. I guide tours from time to time when Beck and I aren’t working on a case.”
Kim and her husband, Beckett Kent, worked with law enforcement to find missing persons across the globe, though they rarely left the Colorado town where they were raising their son. They worked remotely for the most part and were excellent at their jobs.
If they’d been the ones looking into her father, they would have figured out what he’d been doing in Havana and the Agency wouldn’t have needed to send in someone to try to fuck the information out of her.