Keeping With Killers (The Salingers Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
The hero would stand on a rooftop and scope out the scene. If anything seemed fishy - an FBI agent who was too stupid to take off his earpiece, for example - there would be a clear indicator to cut and run.The reality, however, was a stressful struggle. Blake had had to lie his arse off to get into the hotel without signing in, avoiding cameras on the way. There was no elevator, so he'd had to haul a duffel bag up fourteen flights of stairs and, when he reached the top, the wind froze him through to his bones.On the bright side, though, he had a clear view of Trafalgar Square, and his father's binoculars were becoming quite useful. He used them every few seconds, alternating between that and his watch. She is due here any minute, he noted, worried that he could see no sign of her. Not even one Agent or policeman to confirm that she would come.It didn't make any sense. From the way she had sounded on the phone, somebody had been to visit her. It would have to have been a pretty ineffective police force to not think about her, or be tapping her calls.
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