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Sean asked. \u201cWait\u2014let me guess. A Hummer?\u201d \u201cToo clich\u00e9,\u201d Buck said. \u201cI\u2019ll take a Denali over anything else.\u201d Sean chuckled. \u201cI can\u2019t picture that car, but I\u2019ll be sure to Google it.\u201d He gestured toward the compact Renault Clio. \u201cIt doesn\u2019t go very fast, but it holds more than you think it does. The windows are tinted very dark, so no one can see what you\u2019re doing inside.\u201d<\/p>\n

Crystal waggled her eyebrows at Hank. Sean moved to the back of the vehicle and opened the hatch. He removed the floor section where the spare tire was customarily stored, and before them lay an arsenal\u2014handguns, AR-15s with scopes and silencers, and enough ammo to fight the Hezbollah. \u201cFor your protection.\u201d \u201cImpressive,\u201d Buck said. \u201cWe don\u2019t want to advertise that.\u201d \u201cEspecially if the police are nearby,\u201d Sean said.<\/p>\n

\u201cGun laws are much stricter in France than America. You need a license to transport rifles, and this AR obviously isn\u2019t for hunting, which would pose a problem for you. So keep the guns hidden or you might be arrested, and that would require hours o diplomacy and paperwork.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t our black passports operate like get-out-of-jail-free cards?\u201d Buck asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cPsitt,\u201d Sean said like only the French can. \u201cYou would be subjected to al kinds of interrogation and my neck would be on the line because the car is registered to my business. I\u2019m counting on you to stay out of trouble with the police and run your mission in a covert manner, no?\u201d \u201cOf course,\u201d Buck said. \u201cI was just messing with you. We specialize in dark ops.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what Elizabeth told me,\u201d Sean said. \u201cNow, here\u2019s my card. When your mission is complete, call me at this number and we\u2019ll arrange a meeting time. If you run into any trouble whatsoever, feel free to call me as well. I you do have an unfortunate interaction with law enforcement, tell them to cal me at this number.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGot it,\u201d Buck said. \u201cThe key fob is in the center console,\u201d Sean said. \u201cWho\u2019s driving?\u201d \u201cI am,\u201d Crystal said. \u201cShe\u2019s a licensed pilot,\u201d Buck said. \u201cAnd she drives a car like Danica Patrick.\u201d \u201cI put her to shame,\u201d Crystal said. \u201cFormula One is more my style.\u201d Sean\u2019s soft, brown eyes opened wide. \u201cPlease return my Clio in one piece It doesn\u2019t corner like a Mercedes, no matter who\u2019s behind the wheel.\u201d \u201cI haven\u2019t damaged a Clio yet,\u201d Crystal deadpanned. Hank stifled a laugh but just barely. Buck rolled his eyes and said, \u201cThanks for everything, Sean.\u201d<\/p>\n

Once they were on their way, Hank observed that Crystal drove fast and smooth, just like she made love.<\/p>\n

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, corporations, countries, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying without permission in writing from the publisher. Credits Editor: Deb McCaw Copy Editor: Elizabeth Wilson Military Editor: Keith Krajewski Aviation Editor: Nolan Meyer Cover Design: Alexi Venice and BookMarketing.Pro OceanofPDF.com Books by Alexi Venice The Hank Hart Series Baking Ice Cubes, Book 1 Grilling Martinis, Book 2 Blooming Saffron, Book 3 (coming soon) The Monica Spade Trilogy Conscious Bias Standby Counsel, Winner of the 2020 Lesfic Bard Awards in Mystery Graffiti Red Murder The San Francisco Mystery Series Bourbon Chase, Book 1 Amanda\u2019s Dragonfly, Book 2 Stabscotch, Book 3 Tinted Chapstick, Book 4 Sativa Strain, Book 5 #SandyBottom, Book 6 Lady Hawthorne, Book 7, Winner of the 2022 Lesfic Bard Awards in Mystery and Action & Adventure Wedding Balloon, Book 8 OceanofPDF.com Dedicated to Dana.<\/p>\n

I cherish our adventures and friendship. OceanofPDF.com Table of contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine Chapter Thirty Acknowledgements About the Author OceanofPDF.com Chapter One Lac Courte Oreilles, Wisconsin \u201cHoly shit!\u201d Hank Hart muttered under her breath.<\/p>\n

She eased her modes Toyota Corolla along the circular drive and stopped in front of a glass and steel multi-story structure looming over the lakeside. She was dumbstruck This couldn\u2019t be their new family lake cabin\u2014a cold, impersonal fortress tha looked horribly out of place in the Northwoods. Dad reimagined our old cabin into a fucking office building? A cozy log cabin had once occupied this knoll where she and her parents Mavis and Bob Hart, had spent summers during her childhood through he college years.<\/p>\n

Bob had told her a few years ago while she was busy practicing law in Chicago that he was tearing down the old cabin and building a new one but never in a million years had she envisioned this atrocity. She gaped at the sleek lines, custom windows, flat roofs, all connected like Legos into a sprawling ultra-modern configuration.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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