Without Malice (The Without Series Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
Hi! Long time, no see. Lunch tomorrow? Off campus? The response came right back. You bet, baby girl. See you soon. She’d have to risk just one more shift at the clinic, she told herself, so that she could prod Walt for information. She tried to convince herself one more day wouldn’t matter, but shivered as if a rigid wind had blown down her back. By the end of her work day, Frankie felt calmer. The parking lot was empty except for staff cars. She beeped her remote to open her Toyota’s door, her right arm weighted down with the heavy satchel where she’d stuffed both Henry Fader’s and Cole Hansen’s files, as well as the flash drive with her secret data. As she reached for the handle with her left hand, a thick muscled arm wrapped itself around her throat, almost pulling her off her feet. She stumbled, dropped the satchel, and tried to claw with both hands at the vice-like grip threatening to suffocate her.
What do You think about Without Malice (The Without Series Book 1)?
