INVITING FIRE (A Sydney Rye Novel, #6) - Plot & Excerpts
The wind traveling along the streamlined sides of the ship dipped into the newly opened space and made a ‘whoosh’ sound as I entered. Closing the door behind me I moved quickly to the desk. The space seemed large as I was hurrying through it in my form-fitting all-black outfit, seriously looking like an old-fashioned cat burglar. My ears strained to hear anyone approaching. I paused at the desk, carefully placing the packet at the center of its forest green leather blotter. Gold pens rested in a jade cup. The polished wood surface gleamed a deep brown. A classic library light with its domed green glass shade was turned off, its gold chain swaying gently with the ship’s rocking. I heard the door handle turn. My eyes jumped to the entrance, and then I dropped to my knees taking the packet with me. I heard voices, male voices, entering the room. Scooting forward I squeezed around the chair and fit myself under the desk. Pulling both guns from their holsters, I got my back against the front board and pulled my knees up, keeping my legs shoulder width apart, the document on the floor between them.
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