It was small, green, and tranquil—and it was a long way from L.A. What the hell was he going to do here for six long weeks? He zipped up his jacket, stuffed his hands into the pocket of his slacks, and shrugged his broad shoulders, the act half in resignation to his immediate future and half in d...
And that’s Tanner Cross.” “Impossible. He’s in the Congo.” Holister tightened his grip on the phone, unable to believe what he was hearing. “Then get him out of the Congo and have him in London tomorrow.” “I need to get this straight. You want Cross to come to London... to kill you.” “Call it ‘eu...
Bang on midnight. If the information given him was right, the woman, Silver, driving a snappy, red Mercedes SLK, should be making her exit any second now. Leaning forward, he squinted, trying to see through the slashing rain and up the dark path leading to the gate and the mansion beyond it. The ...