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“That sentiment has never made me feel better.” “You’re right. But even if it doesn’t make you feel better, it’s still true.” “We need to work faster.” “We’re working as fast as we can, and you know that.” “Aren’t you angry?” she asked in frustration. “It’s a waste of energy. I’m focusing on what we need to ask Mr. Perola, if he’s able to speak to us.”<\/p>\n

“You’re right. We don’t have time for emotion.” Despite her words, she was still feeling pissed off with herself as they got on the elevator. She hated to fail, and this felt like failure. But the only way to turn things around was to find the bomber. After checking with the nurse’s station, they were taken to Anthony Perola’s room. He appeared to be in his late forties, with bandaged arms and minor burns and cuts on his face. His eyes were closed, and he had oxygen tubes in his nose.<\/p>\n

“Is he asleep?” she asked the nurse. The man’s eyes opened at her words. “Just a few minutes,” the nurse said. “He needs to rest.” “Who are you?” he asked. “I’m Agent Reid. This is Agent Brennan. We’re investigating the explosion. Can you tell me what happened right before the bomb went off?” “We were on the fourth floor,” he said, his voice raspy. “James wanted to look at the electrical panel one more time because the elevator had shorted out on our way up.<\/p>\n

The backup system had worked, but he was concerned, and so was the electrical contractor. That had never happened before. Larry went to get something, and James went into the closet, and the next thing I knew, I was on my back, and there were ceiling tiles falling on my head and fire and smoke, and I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t hear anything either.” He paused, licking his dry lips. “I think someone was screaming, but I don’t know. I started crawling, and I ended up in a stairwell, and the next thing I knew, there was a firefighter there, and he got me out of the building.”<\/p>\n

“Why didn’t you go into the electrical closet with Mr. Cooper?” she asked. “It wasn’t my area. I did the plumbing. How is everyone else doing? No one will tell me anything.” She didn’t want to tell him either. Fortunately, the nurse stepped forward. “That’s enough for now,” she said firmly. “You can talk more later.” “I need to know how they are,” Anthony protested. “The doctors are doing everything they can,” the nurse told Anthony. He looked to her for confirmation, and she went along with the lie.<\/p>\n

“Everything they can,” she said. They walked out of the room and into the hallway.<\/p>\n

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A series of explosions. A city on edge. And two people with more to lose than they\u2019ll ever admit\u2026 FBI Agent Kara Reid is new to the FBI Strike Team East\u2014an elite unit built to move fast and take on the Bureau\u2019s most dangerous cases.<\/p>\n

When a precision blast disrupts the streets of Manhattan, what begins as a search for answers quickly spirals into something far more personal\u2014and far more dangerous. Max Malone walked away from the CIA years ago. He\u2019s kept his distance, stayed quiet, and left the past buried. But this case is pulling him back in, whether the FBI wants his help or not. As the attacks grow bolder and the clock ticks down, Kara and Max are forced into a fragile alliance\u2014one built on secrets, suspicion, and a shared need to stop a threat that\u2019s bigger than either of them imagined.<\/p>\n

The danger is closing in, the targets are getting personal, and every lead takes them deeper into a deadly game where trust is a liability\u2026 and failure isn\u2019t an option. Sometimes the only way to move forward\u2026 is to burn every bridge behind you. 1kitap1.com\/en BURN EVERY BRIDGE \u00a9 Copyright 2026 Barbara Freethy All Rights Reserved No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.<\/p>\n

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. For more information: http:\/\/www.barbarafreethy.com 1kitap1.com\/en CHAPTER ONE Something felt wrong. Kara couldn’t pinpoint what it was\u2014just a prickle at the base of her skull, the kind of instinct that had kept her alive through eight years on the NYPD and a year working for the FBI.<\/p>\n

With her phone at her ear, her friend Jess rambling on about the challenges of being a new mom, she shifted her feet as she waited in line to order a coffee at the very busy counter of Brew & Mortar, a caf\u00e9 near the courthouse where she’d just dropped off her final report for 26 Fed, the Manhattan FBI office that had been her home since she’d become an agent.<\/p>\n

But today started a new chapter. Everything looked normal. The morning crowd was a mix of suited executives grabbing coffee on their way into the office, a couple of NYU students hunched over computers, and a trio of forty-something women who looked like they’d just finished a yoga class.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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