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Security Breach (Bayou Bonne Chance, 2, Band 1574) - Softcover

Buch 2 von 2: Bayou Bonne Chance

Kane, Mallory

 
9780373698417: Security Breach (Bayou Bonne Chance, 2, Band 1574)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0373698410 ISBN 13: 9780373698417
Verlag: Harlequin Intrigue, 2015

Inhaltsangabe

He was back from the dead…and had a lot of explaining to do to his pregnant wife 

When Sandy DuChaud's murdered husband shows up very much alive on her doorstep confessing he's an undercover Homeland Security agent with terrorists in hot pursuit, she can't just forgive and forget. She has their unborm child to think about. And a future with a man who faked his own death—no matter how much attraction still sizzles between them—isn't in the cards. Still recovering from the near-fatal injury that almost cost him his life, Tristan vows to protect his wife and earn back her trust. But with the killers closing in and the overgrown depths of the Louisiana bayou hampering their escape, another funeral—this time for both of them—seems inevitable….

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Mallory Kane has 2  great reasons for loving to write. Her mother, a librarian, taught her to love and respect books. Her father could hold listeners spellbound for hours with his stories. His oral histories are chronicled in numerous places including the Library of Congress Veterans' History Project. He was always her biggest fan. She has published 26 books for Harlequin Intrigue. She lives in Tennessee with her Renaissance husband and two very smart cats.

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Murray Cho had always worked hard, as a boy in Vietnam after his parents were killed and in America after he immigrated. But the so-called land of opportunity was not accurately named, at least not for a poor immigrant from Vietnam. Eventually, he managed to buy a shrimp boat in a small town in South Louisiana on Bayou Bonne Chance and make enough of a living to take a wife and have a son.

But when Patrick was five, Murray's wife ran off, leaving him to rear his son alone. He and Patrick had made it just fine until two months ago, when gun smugglers hid their booty in Murray's shrimp warehouse and hurt his reputation. So Murray moved himself, Patrick and his shrimp boat to a dock near Gulfport.

For a couple of weeks, Murray had thought the move was a good one, until an ominous voice on his phone had shattered his peaceful fisherman's existence. The voice threatened harm to his son, Patrick, if he didn't follow their directions with no questions.

It wasn't difficult to figure out why the men had chosen him. He was at once familiar and suspicious to the people of Bonne Chance. Brandishing a gun at and threatening the smugglers who'd used the old seafood warehouse he'd bought as a depository for the automatic handguns they were smuggling into the United States had not helped his reputation in the town.

Stealing a laptop from Tristan DuChaud's home had been a piece of cake, once Patrick had shown him how to disarm a security system. He didn't want to know how his son knew that. All he wanted to do was leave the laptop computer where he'd been instructed and go back to his simple life. With any luck that was the last he'd hear from the men.

Murray reattached the rope he'd just mended to the rear of the boat, and then headed across the dock and through the gate, locking it behind him. The RV that he and Patrick lived in was across the parking lot. It was tiny but it served. He slept in the bedroom and the boy slept on the couch.

Murray opened the door quietly, frowning to find it unlocked. Patrick always promised to lock the door before he went to sleep, but he was barely eighteen. He had trouble remembering to close the door, much less lock it.

The interior of the RV was dark and quiet. It was after ten o'clock on a school night. His son should be home studying or in bed. Irritated and a little worried, Murray dialed Patrick's number. No answer. Then before the display went off, the phone rang.

"Patrick, where are you?" he snapped.

"Murray Cho?" a familiar voice said. It was the same man who'd sent him into Tristan's house for the laptop.

Murray's heart pounded. "Where's Patrick? If you've done something to him—"

"Listen to me," the voice said. "We've got your son. He's alive—for now."

"What? For now? What's going on? I want to speak to him."

"I said listen! You did a good job of getting the laptop. Now we've got another job for you. DuChaud's wife is back in the DuChaud house, by herself. My boss is wondering why she didn't stay with her mother-in-law. What do you know about Tristan DuChaud?"

The dread that had squeezed his chest the first time the man had called him seized him again. "DuChaud?" Murray stammered. "He's dead."

"Is he?" the voice on the phone asked. "How do you know?"

"Th-there was a funeral," Murray stammered. "Please. Let me talk to Patrick."

"We'll make you a deal. You get us proof that Du-Chaud is alive and we won't kill your son."

Murray's heart seized in terror at the man's words. "No! Please! I'll do anything, but don't hurt my son."

The man sighed. "Come on, Cho. You think begging me is going to do any good? I've got orders from my boss to get this information or my ass is on the line. I picked you because you're known around that area and nobody would think it unusual if you were seen around the dock or the DuChaud house."

"I—I don't understand," Murray stammered.

"Look, we're not bad people. We don't want to hurt you or your kid, but if we don't get this job done it's going to hurt us—permanently. That's another reason I picked you. Because you have a kid, you're motivated. So get me some proof. If he's alive, my boss wants to see proof. If he's dead—" The man gave a little snort. "That'll be harder to prove."

"Who's your boss?"

"Nope. Now, Cho, you should know I can't tell you that. Just do what you're told and don't ask questions."

Murray shook his head numbly. He had no choice. His son's life was on the line.

"We'll take care of your son as long as we can. You need to concentrate on what I'm saying."

Murray did his best to remember what the man had said the boss wanted. "Y-your boss wants proof Tristan DuChaud is alive? But he's dead. They buried his body. I can't prove he's alive."

"You're not helping yourself or your boy by arguing. We're going to check with you every day and find out what you're doing. This better not take long, Cho. And if you even think about going to the authorities, your son will suffer, and I do mean suffer." The phone went dead. The caller had hung up.

Murray stared at the phone's screen until it went black while the man's voice echoed in his ears. You get us proof…cmd we won't kill your son.

He had to do something. Had to rescue Patrick. But how? How could he prove that a dead man was alive?

It was at dusk, the end of the day, when she missed Tristan the most. A thousand years ago, someone in Britain had known enough about loneliness to name this time of day the gloaming. A little later, it was called eventide. These days, most people said twilight or dusk. Pretty words, but depressing, according to Sandy DuChaud.

Sandy preferred the sunrise. The beginning of the day. Each rising sun was a new promise, a bright beginning that called to her. She'd loved to roust Tristan out of bed, thrust a hot mug of coffee into his hand and make him watch the sunrise with her. And he in turn had delighted in making her take a walk with him at sunset. With Tristan at her side, she'd begun to get over her innate sadness at the fading of the sun's light.

But Tristan was gone now, and even the sunrise didn't cheer her.

"Do you know what today is, bean?" Sandy asked her unborn baby as she rubbed the sore spot on her baby bump where he liked to kick. "No? Little bean, you need to keep up. It's been two months since your daddy died—" Her voice gave out and her breath caught in a sob.

"Come on," she said. "We need to unpack." Yesterday afternoon, she'd walked into their house on the outskirts of Bonne Chance, Louisiana, for the first time since the day after her husband's funeral. It had been so quiet, so empty, so lonely.

At first, she had been overwhelmed with grief and sadness that Tristan wasn't there and would never be there again. But as she'd stood looking out the French doors past the patio and the driveway to the graceful, drooping trees, vines and Spanish moss of Bayou Bonne Chance, she'd felt a serenity inside her like nothing she'd ever felt before.

The faint sound of the surf and the mellow ring of the wind chimes on the patio washed over her, adding to her peace and calm.

This was why she'd come back to Bonne Chance and their home and all the memories, good and bad. She could hear Tristan's...

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Verlag
Harlequin Intrigue
Erscheinungsdatum
2015
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0373698410
ISBN 13 
9780373698417
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Taschenbuch
Anzahl der Seiten
224
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