“Can I assume you’ll be keeping up your end of the bargain?”
“Of course you can, sir.”
“Can you give me a progress report?”
He fudged, evaded, and made statements he knew were blatantly false. But he didn’t dare mention his setbacks. The destruction of the underage sex trade operation in Kennesaw and the casino in New Orleans had cut into his funds. But the worst devastation of all was the ruin of his underground laboratory west of Atlanta.
“And so we can expect delivery on time?”
“Of course, sir. I have never been late.” Not in sending the right people to eliminate this man’s enemies before. Not in delivering the payments he was required to make to belong to the elite group he headed.
But delivery of the mind-altering chemicals his people had been developing was a much more complicated matter. He would have to figure out the glitches himself. And quickly.
“Very well, then. I’ll let you know when the next phase is to begin.” He snuffed out the cigar and waved a dismissive hand.
Santana replaced his blindfold and waited to be led out. As the unknown arm escorted him back to the transport vehicle rage whirled inside him.
In his mind he cursed Wade Parker and Miranda Steele for all they’d done to him. At first, their elimination had been a business matter. A necessity to insure optimal operations. Now it was personal. He would make them pay for the setbacks they had caused him.
As the vehicle came to a halt and he was ushered out of it again, a plan began to form in his mind.
Yes, that would work. That would be perfect. No more would he need to take the careful and surreptitious route. He would wipe them all out in one fell swoop. And he knew just the man for the job. No more failures this time. He’d make absolutely sure of that.
“Wade Parker,” he thought as he climbed the steps to the aircraft that would take him back to Boston. “Your days are definitely numbered.”
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Dear Reader,
That was a scary moment on that yacht, wasn’t it? And Parker saved Miranda from becoming fish bait. What a relief!
Smith is coming back to the Parker Agency? Wonder how that will turn out.
So now we know the name of the mysterious man in Boston. Santana. Wonder what he’ll try next.
But first, Miranda and Parker are about to get called in on a case in Los Angeles, where a seven-year-old girl has been kidnapped.
You’ll want to read about that case because it's full of surprises.
Get it now.
The Stolen Girl (A Miranda and Parker Mystery) #12
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