Joint Investigation (Northern Border Patrol, 2) - Softcover

Buch 2 von 5: Northern Border Patrol

Reed, Terri

 
9780373446797: Joint Investigation (Northern Border Patrol, 2)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0373446799 ISBN 13: 9780373446797
Verlag: Love Inspired Suspense, 2015

Inhaltsangabe

LONE AGENT 

Under other circumstances, FBI agent Samantha Bennett might welcome a bit of backup—but not from an overprotective Mountie. She's been on the trail of a serial killer for six months and no one has ever taken the case seriously…until now. When Royal Canadian Mounted Police inspector Drew Kelley saves her life, he decides that the hunt for "Birdman" is his problem, too. Together they begin a cross-continent chase to stop the madman before he strikes again. However, Samantha fears her growing feelings for the lawman may weaken her focus, or worse—put Drew directly in the killer's sights… 

Northern Border Patrol: Keeping the U.S.–Canadian border safe

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Terri Reed writes heart-warming romance and heart-pounding suspense. Her books have appeared on The New York Times Bestseller list,  Publisher's Weekly Bestseller List, Nielsen's Bookscan top fifty, Amazon Bestseller List and have been featured in USA Today.  When not writing, she can be found doing agility with her dog or digging in her garden. You can visit her online at www.terrireed.com, sign up for her newsletter for exclusive content, or email her at terrireedauthor@terrireed.com 

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The smell hit her ten feet from the motel door. Fresh blood. Pungent and tangy. Sticky sweet. A scent once experienced not easily forgotten. FBI agent Sami Bennett's stomach heaved. Anguish fisted in the middle of her chest. Images of arterial spray, unseeing eyes, birds, lots and lots of birds, flashed through her mind like an animated f lip book.

Shaking her head to clear the pictures from her brain, she focused on the moment, her hands tightening around the grip of her Glock 23.

Clamping her lips together, she calmed her racing heart and pressed closer to the wall along the shadowy second-story balcony of the cheap motel on the outskirts of Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. All the bulbs in the wall sconces were broken.

Glass crunched beneath the heels of her black Dr. Martens boots. The cool dark night was ripe with moisture, and overhead thunder rumbled like an angry fist against a wooden drum.

Sami was angry, too. Angry she'd been chasing a phantom for six months who remained one step ahead of her yet had the gall to leave her a trail to follow. Frustration beat at her temple.

She thought of the photocopied postcard in her pocket. The latest clue left by the killer she'd dubbed Birdman because of the image of a small bird, either hand drawn, ink stamped or stickered, found on each clue.

She debated retreat. Most likely Birdman was long gone, leaving behind another dead body and another bread crumb to track. She was so tired of the gore, of the deaths. So tired of being the one to find the bodies.

But if there was the slimmest chance that she could catch Birdman, then she had to proceed. Giving up wasn't an option. She wouldn't rest until the man was behind bars.

She inched closer to the room at the end of the balcony. The air around her shifted as if a hot-breathed creature mirrored her steps. Tensing, she glanced over her shoulder. The world was shrouded in inky darkness. A shiver of apprehension tripped down her spine.

"Lord, please have my back," she whispered.

With laser-like focus, she returned her attention to the door of room 218. Was Birdman in the room? Would she finally catch him?

She hoped so. She wanted this over. She wanted to take the man down. She wanted her life back, but she'd promised to bring her childhood friend's murderer to justice. And she always kept her promises.

Steeling herself against what she'd find inside the room, she reached for the door handle. Through the thin leather gloves she wore, the handle was cool. She turned the knob.

The sound of glass being crushed behind her sent alarm sliding across her flesh. Before she could react, an arm snaked around her torso, pinning her arms to her sides and rendering her gun useless. A large hand clamped over her mouth, stifling her yelp of surprise.

Panic flooded her system. The world narrowed to one thought—escape.

She kicked and thrashed but the body at her back held her in an unbreakable grip. Her assailant unceremoniously hauled her off her feet and carried her away.

Royal Canadian Mounted Police inspector Drew Kel-ley gritted his teeth against the onslaught of feisty female in his arms. She packed a mighty hard kick and a mean elbow. Neither of which fazed him enough to loosen his hold. But he'd have bruises for her effort.

Seconds before he'd seen the person wearing an FBI-issued windbreaker sneak up the stairs, he'd heard his American counterpart exclaim through the communication link wedged in his ear, "What's the FBI doing here?"

A good question indeed. The US Federal Bureau of Investigation was not part of this IBETs—Integrated Border Enforcement Teams—task force.

Discovering the intruder was a woman had been a surprise. With his hand still over her mouth to keep her from alerting the drug dealers they were hoping to catch, he carried her down the motel stairs and across the parking lot to another bank of rooms.

His team had commandeered a ground-floor room as their staging area. From there two members of the six-man team watched the parking lot, ready to signal when the fun started and they could move in to take down a drug dealer who was bringing illegal narcotics across the border into Canada.

The Americans had received an anonymous tip that a major drug deal was going down tonight in room 218. However, this woman—this supposed FBI agent—might have messed it all up.

The door to the ground-f loor motel room swung open. US Border Patrol agent Luke Wellborn stepped back so Drew and the woman could enter the room. Luke closed the door behind him.

"Get the gun before she shoots someone," he growled to the men inside.

US Immigration and Customs Enforcement agent Blake Fallon quickly disarmed the woman. He set the piece on the dresser and leaned against the wall with his arms across his chest. His hard features settled into cynical annoyance.

Once the door was closed, Drew withdrew his hand from the woman's mouth.

"Put me down!" She twisted her head to glare at him. Her blue eyes sparked, making him think of gemstones in a jeweler's display case, and her lush mouth bunched up with outrage.

Not about to let a pretty face distract him, Drew tucked in his chin to squint down at his charge. "Not yet. Who are you?"

"Special Agent Sami Bennett," she ground out, and wiggled some more, trying to free herself. "My ID's in my back pocket. I'm FBI."

Luke snickered. "Right."

Drew's lips twitched but he held his smile at bay. He understood his colleague's skepticism. Sami Bennett didn't fit his image of a field agent. She was tall for a woman, reaching to Drew's chin, which he estimated made her five-nine, and though there was no ignoring her feminine shape, she was slender, bordering on too skinny.

In addition to the black windbreaker with the FBI logo, she was dressed from head to toe in black.

He reached into the back pocket of her dark cargo pants to retrieve a leather wallet. He handed it off to the other man in the room, RCMP sergeant Justin Lorie.

Behind a pair of thick dark-rimmed glasses, Justin inspected the identification inside. "Appears she's telling the truth." He held up the FBI badge.

Blake snagged it. "We'll see about that." He pocketed the wallet with the badge.

Sami thrashed in Drew's arms. "Hey, give that back."

For all they knew, the ID could be fake. Just because she wore a marked jacket that anyone could order off the internet didn't mean he believed her. Drew gestured toward the table and chairs across the drab, sorely outdated room. "Bring a chair over here."

Justin dragged the closest chair away from the window and set it in front of Drew. Thankfully, it had arms and though the plaid seat cushion had seen better days, the chair would suffice.

Meeting Justin's brown-eyed gaze, Drew conveyed his intent with one word: "Ties."

Justin nodded.

Drew set the woman down in the chair and held her arms in place along the armrests.

"What are you doing?" Sami struggled to break free of his hold on her. "You can't do this!"

Justin wound a plastic zip tie over the armrest and one wrist.

"Not too tight," Drew warned, not wanting to damage her skin.

"Hey! Hey, you can't—" she protested.

Justin threaded the end of the tie through the joint, the click, click of the tooth sliding along the ridges sounding like nails on a chalkboard. He secured one wrist, then the other.

Pulling against the restraints, the woman shouted, "I'm an American citizen. A federal...

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Verlag
Love Inspired Suspense
Erscheinungsdatum
2015
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0373446799
ISBN 13 
9780373446797
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Anzahl der Seiten
224
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