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Race Against the Clock
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TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND The Ghost of Geneva
The cold European night air slapped my face the second I stepped out onto the top of the jet stairs.I stood completely still, staring down at the man standing beside the dark SUV in the dim yellow light of the private hangar.My father gasped loudly right behind me. He almost dropped his shotgun, his hand catching the railing as his eyes wide open in sheer disbelief."Dr. Samuel Miller..." my father whispered, his voice trembling so hard it barely carried over the idle roar of the plane engines. "No... it can't be. I watched the lab burn to the ground. I identified your body!"The old man stepped closer to the bottom of the airstrip stairs. He pulled down the collar of his trench coat, revealing a deep, jagged burn scar that ran all the way from his jawline down into his shirt collar."You identified a bone fragment and a charred medical ID tag, Richard," Dr. Miller said. His voice was raspy and low, like dry leaves rubbing together in the wind. "Rachel dragged me out through the rea
TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND Race Against the Clock
My heart stopped beating.The cold glass of water slipped right out of my trembling fingers, crashing onto the carpeted floor of the jet and spilling everywhere. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe.On the wall screen, Adrian's dark eyes glittered with pure evil as he took another slow sip from his whiskey glass."You're lying!" I screamed, lunging toward the screen until Arthur caught me around the waist, holding me back against his chest. "You lie about everything, Adrian! The kids are safe with Marcus!""Are they, Vivian?" Adrian sneered, his cold voice echoing through the cabin speakers. "Marcus Thorne is a good soldier, I'll give him that. But four private guards aren't going to stop twelve heavily armed syndicate operatives. They crossed the Maine state line three minutes ago."Arthur's grip on my waist turned into pure steel. He stared straight at the video monitor, his face dark as a thundercloud."If a single hair on their heads is harmed, Adrian, I will hunt you down to the
TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND The Shadows in Washington
The satellite phone felt ice-cold in Arthur’s hand.The heavy thrum of the helicopter rotors vibrated through the floorboards under our boots. I sat right beside Arthur, holding Leo on my lap while Emma lay fast asleep across the bench seat, wrapped in a dark jacket.I watched Arthur's jaw turn into hard steel as he held the receiver to his ear. The blood on his cheek was drying into a dark rust color."Say that again," Arthur commanded, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low rumble.A high-pitched burst of static hummed from the small speaker before a panicked voice spoke from the other end."Mr. Sinclair, it happened twenty minutes ago at the high-security holding facility in D.C.," a federal supervisor stammered out, his breath coming in fast, ragged gasps. "A bogus court transport detail pulled up with forged federal marshals' paperwork. They neutralized the guards outside Adrian Kingsley's cell without firing a single shot.""And the evidence locker?" Arthur demanded, his eyes
TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND Buried Beneath the Iron
The roar of the explosion blew my ears inside out.A blinding wall of yellow fire erupted against the ceiling as the rocket smashed straight into the central iron beam. The sound didn't just rattle the warehouse–it slammed into my chest like a runaway freight truck, knocking me flat onto the dusty floor with Leo squeezed tight in my arms."Arthur!" I shrieked, my throat tearing raw as thick gray smoke blinded my eyes.The world above us ripped apart. Heavy corrugated steel sheets screamed as rusted rivets popped like gunshots. Tons of wooden rafters, iron crossbeams, and fiery debris rained down right where Arthur was standing."Vivian, stay down!" my father roared from behind the forklift, throwing his body over the wooden crates to shield us from the falling rubble.Plaster dust and hot embers rained over my back. I couldn't see. I couldn't breathe. My hands shook uncontrollably as I held Leo against my ribs, shielding his small head with my arms while the roof caved in.When the th
TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND Fire on the River
The deafening roar of automatic gunfire echoed off the high, rotting tin walls of the warehouse, forcing us to drop flat onto the cold, dusty concrete floor.Rat-tat-tat-tat!Sparks flew wildly as heavy lead slugs chewed up the wooden crates inches from where my father and Julian had taken cover behind a rusted forklift. The smell of cordite, burning dust, and stale river air filled my lungs, making every breath burn like fire."Get down!" Arthur shouted, lunging forward with athletic speed to shove me behind the protective barrier of a thick concrete support pillar.Across the cavernous, dim room, Leo was still tied tightly to the wooden chair beneath the industrial crane. The scarred operative holding the knife to his throat didn't even flinch at the sound of the heavy gunfire outside. He just smiled, a cruel, twisted expression that distorted the old burn tissue across his cheek and jaw."Drop your weapons, Mr. Sinclair!" the scarred man yelled over the ringing din of battle, press
TOO LATE TO REGRET, EX-HUSBAND The Sawmill Trap
"Don't you dare hang up!" I screamed into the phone, my voice cracking with pure, unadulterated terror.The line went dead with a sharp, clicking beep.The phone slipped slightly in my trembling hand, the screen glowing dimly against the dark, vibrating cabin of the helicopter. Below us, the twin rotors thundered against the night air, kicking up a furious gale as we roared down the dark mountain valley toward the river."Vivian? Who was that?" Arthur shouted over the deafening roar of the turbine engines.He was sitting right across from me, his dark tactical vest strapped tight over his broad chest, his eyes burning with a wild, dangerous intensity. He had just rescued Emma, but his son was still out there in the crosshairs of a ruthless monster."It was him," I said, swallowing hard as I forced the words past the tight knot in my throat. "The man pulling the strings. He said... he said if we land the chopper at the sawmill, Leo dies."Arthur’s face tightened into an expression of c
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