The Boy
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Then he scowled at the long stretch of shelving running around the room’s perimeter. A model railway sat still near the staircase, surrounded by the fake mountain scenery.
Trains. It wasn’t good for an employee to have such an obsession. The fitting end served him right.
He hurried up the staircase to the upper rooms. He went through several of them before he located it. The room with the desk. The authorities had already confiscated the computer. It would have already gone into an automatic self-destruct mode so it would be no use to them. Or to him.
He found a ladder, slipped on the plastic gloves he carried in his pocket, and climbed up to a ceiling tile in the corner.
Carefully he raised the tile and felt along the wall. Ah. There.
He pulled out a small plastic container and descended the ladder. He replaced the ladder, removed his gloves, and took the pen drive out of the container. From his pocket he produced a small reader with a three-inch screen.
He slipped the drive into the port and after a moment the data appeared on the screen. He scrolled through it.
The Custodians. Interesting. Not much ascertained about them. What was this? Wade Parker. Miranda Steele. Local detectives.
She was the one. He recognized her from the news stories about the train accident near the tunnel.
He scrolled through the pages. A lot of personal data. His man had been busy.
One paragraph caught his attention. He stopped to read it.
Well, well, well. A daughter? This could be useful. Much could be done with this information. He’d always been creative when it came to revenge.
Smiling to himself he closed the reader, put it back into his pocket and left the house.
As the limo drove away heading back north and into the mountains, he was still smiling. It would take time but he was a patient man. He had a job to do now and he always did his job. No one crossed the organization and got away with it. Not for long, anyway.
People often had to learn the hard way and he was the best teacher for that. All it would take was time.
Sooner or later the lesson would be learned.
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Dear Reader,
It looked like Miranda was a goner on top of that speeding train. But she made it.
Whew.
Is Miranda right? Does Mackenzie know who her real father is? Nothing good can come of that.
And what about the mysterious guy in the limo? Who the heck is he, and what is he up to?
That can’t be good, either.
And what will the next test be?
When Parker asks Miranda to take on a case that has baffled him for over ten years, she puts her troubles on hold and follows her desire for justice. But the case is just as mystifying to her, and she fears she can’t give Parker the result he wants.
Especially since it involves one of the deadliest snakes in the world.
Is their client innocent or guilty?
Can she prove it in time?
Or will she be the next one to get bit?
You’ll want to find out, because this next book is a chilling page-turner.
Get it now.
Snakebit (A Miranda and Parker Mystery) #9
Linsey
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