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The Tanner Series - Books 1-11: Tanner - The hit man with a heart

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by Remington Kane


  350. Personal Business

  351. Death And Deceit

  352. Man Of Mystery

  353. Sam The Man

  354. Chaos

  355. Strange Bedfellows

  BOOK 9

  356. The Problem Solver

  357. A Man Of His Word

  358. Rings A Bell

  359. A Safe Place

  360. Gathering And Scattering

  361. The Man, The Myth

  362. Memories Of Sophia

  363. The Report

  364. Old Friends And New Enemies

  365. Baby Talk

  366. There’s No Place Nicer

  367. You Can’t Run, But You Can Hide

  368. Pony

  369. An Ally

  370. The Sky’s The Limit

  371. Boy Cody

  372. A New Record

  373. Missing In Action

  374. Goodbye, Sophia

  375. Take A Meeting

  376. Who Watches The Watchers?

  377. Don’t Just Stand There…

  378. Woof!

  379. The Right Woman

  380. The Spy Who Loved Me

  381. Betrayal

  382. You Don’t Have To Thank Me

  383. Sandoval

  384. Red Meat

  385. Delivered

  386. Farewell, My Love

  387. Payday

  388. Enough Is Enough

  389. Two Graves, One Heart

  390. Revelations

  BOOK 10

  391. Surprise!

  392. Job Openings

  393. Inevitable

  394. Closing In

  395. Rag Doll

  396. Survival

  397. A Guarantee

  398. The Four Horsemen Of The Ridiculous

  399. He Has His Pride

  400. Spenser Hawke

  401. Huh, Now Will You Look At That

  402. Gutless

  403. Contact!

  404. Alone At Last

  405. Wounds, New And Old

  406. Kindred Souls

  407. Truth And Consequences

  408. Friend Or Foe?

  409. Essential Items

  410. Respect For The Dead

  411. With Friends Like Yours…

  412. Take A Message

  413. Goodbye Kiss

  414. That’s Easy

  415. Help Wanted – Must Be Willing To Kill

  416. Meter Reader

  417. Spilled Blood

  418. Chess Moves

  419. I See You

  420. Trust

  421. It’s A Blast

  422. Tanner, My Tanner

  423. Two

  424. What Thing?

  425. 3 Plus 1 Equals 4

  426. One Tanner, Two Tanni?

  BOOK 11

  I. Allies & Enemies

  1. Good

  2. Seeds Of Betrayal

  3. Break-In

  4. Turn Around

  5. Making Plans

  6. Atrocity

  7. Cheat Sheet

  8. A Tanner Never Fails

  9. The Book Of Tanner

  10. Bang Bang

  11. Wounded Heart

  12. Once A Spy, Always A Spy

  13. Off To Slay

  14. You Can Almost Feel It

  15. Welcome To Mexico

  II. The Eve Of Destruction

  16. Machinations

  17. Hurry Up And Wait

  18. Midnight Rendezvous

  19. Chop Chop!

  20. Tanner?

  21. Time Is Running Out

  22. Beauty To Die For

  23. Truckin’

  24. Burn Baby, Burn

  25. Trapped

  26. A Game Of Catch

  27. Reunion

  III. Sleight Of Hand

  28. Love Lost, Money Gained

  29. Special Delivery

  30. So Far, So Good

  31. Turning Tables

  32. Let The Right Ones In

  33. The End Of The Beginning

  34. A New Day

  IV. Aftermath

  35. Tanner

  TANNER RETURNS!

  Afterword

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  Bibliography

  Coming Soon

  Make Contact

  Introduction

  THE TANNER SERIES – BOOKS 1-11

  INEVITABLE I – TANNER – BOOK 1

  KILL IN PLAIN SIGHT – TANNER BOOK 2

  MAKING A KILLING ON WALL STREET – TANNER – BOOK 3

  THE FIRST ONE TO DIE LOSES - A TANNER NOVEL - BOOK 4

  THE LIFE & DEATH OF CODY PARKER - A TANNER NOVEL - BOOK 5

  WAR - A TANNER NOVEL - BOOK 6

  SUICIDE OR DEATH – A TANNER NOVEL – BOOK 7

  TWO FOR THE KILL – A TANNER NOVEL – BOOK 8

  BALLET OF DEATH – A TANNER NOVEL – BOOK 9

  MORE DANGEROUS THAN MAN – A TANNER NOVEL – BOOK 10

  TANNER TIMES TWO – A TANNER NOVEL – BOOK 11

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  Acknowledgments

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  —Remington Kane

  BOOK 1

  INEVITABLE I – A TANNER NOVEL – BOOK 1

  Hired killer, Tanner, escapes from a Mexican prison and goes in search of revenge against the man who was to be his latest target.

  Mobster Albert Rossetti thought he was safe after he framed Tanner for drug possession and had him locked away inside a Mexican prison—but Tanner broke out.

  Rossetti’s made peace with the man who hired Tanner to kill him, and the contract was cancelled, but that means nothing to Tanner, who lives by his own rules.

  Tanner is coming for Rossetti, despite the man’s hit squad, or the determined and troubled female FBI agent chasing him.

  Tanner is coming, Tanner is deadly, and Tanner never fails.

  1

  Do You Want Fries With That?

  When Tanner saw the crack beneath the door darken, he rolled off the bed while taking the sheets with him, and left the naked hooker to fend for herself.

  He fell beside his shotgun, took hold of it, and crawled forward to take aim at the door. It burst open and two guys with guns stood in the threshold, gazing at the hooker.

  Tanner fired both barrels of the shotgun, one after another, at an upward angle, hitting the big man in the gut and the short one in the balls. They both let out screams that rivaled the hooker’s and slid to the floor of the hotel hallway.

  Tanner rushed over, gathered up their weapons and smashed them both in the forehead with the shotgun barrel. The short one raised a hand up to fend off the blow and wound up with four broken fingers besides.

  Not that it mattered; they would both bleed out before an ambulance came.

  The hooker had stopped screaming and was sitting back against the headboard with her eyes locked on the shotgun.

  “I won’t hurt you. But don’t say shit to the cops.”

  The blonde said nothing, and Tanner snapped his fingers at her.

  “Did you hear me?”

  She nodded, causing her breasts to jiggle. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  Tanner was as naked as she was; however, her body was pale and soft, while his was hard, scarred, and baked brown from the weeks he’d recently spent beneath the Mexican sun. Tanner threw on his jeans, along with a black hoodie and tossed the hooker an extra hundred as he slipped into his boots.

  Someone in the hall said, “Holy shit!” and Tanner fired two shots into a corner of the room. The bullets came from the Beretta he had taken from one of Rossetti’s thugs, causing the looky-loo and any other nosey types to run back to their rooms.

  He didn’t know for certain how Rossetti had gotten onto his trail so soon, but he had an idea of how he did it. If he was right, that meant he would soon be going to war with the
Conglomerate.

  Tanner had reloaded the shotgun and given the room a quick wipe down for prints when the first cop car pulled up out front.

  He was on the third floor of the hotel and had to get away before more cops appeared. He had been out of prison for only two days and he sure as hell wasn’t going back.

  There was a utility closet at the right rear of the hotel, beside it was a laundry chute.

  Tanner flipped up the lid and peered down inside a narrow metal tube.

  He nodded to himself. He would fit, for he was down to nothing but muscle and gristle.

  Tanner was in Brownsville, Texas, inside the Victory Hotel, but he had spent the last ten weeks in a Mexican prison.

  Tanner sent the shotgun down first, but only because it couldn’t be helped. He needed both hands free. The gun made a muffled sound as it hit bottom and he reasoned that there was a cart full of dirty sheets awaiting him.

  Tanner leapt up, grabbed onto a cold-water pipe and slipped his legs into the chute. When he let go of the pipe, he slammed his shoulder against the edge of the chute as he went in. He knew he’d have a beauty of a bruise where it hit.

  The chute was tighter than it looked, but it turned out to be a good thing as it slowed his descent. He hit bottom, landing in a cart full of soiled tablecloths, then saw that one of the laundry workers was holding his shotgun. The guy was gawking at it as if it were a piece of alien technology.

  The man was a young Asian. The eyes behind his glasses widened in wonder as Tanner slid into view.

  Tanner yanked the gun away from the man and shoved him backwards to the floor. When the other workers saw this, they scrambled away to safety, and Tanner headed toward the daylight streaming in from the loading dock.

  The laundry was hot and humid and permeated with an odor that smelled like a mixture of soap, steam, and old socks.

  Someone had been about to have lunch, because Tanner found a pristine Big Mac sitting in an open carton beside a bag of fries. He scooped up the food, walked out onto the loading dock, and smacked the driver of a linen truck in the back of the head with the butt of the shotgun.

  The man groaned, dropped to his knees, and made feeble sounds of protest as Tanner walked through the open rear doors of the truck, past metal shelves and wheeled carts, and slid into the driver’s seat.

  The keys were in the ignition, and Tanner started the truck and drove off. As he made a hard stop at the exit to let a car pass by, the back doors of the truck slammed shut on their own and Tanner was on his way.

  He took his first bite of the Big Mac as he made the left onto a side street, while in the background, a chorus of sirens began.

  2

  Hold The Burka

  NEW YORK CITY

  FBI Special Agent Sara Blake read the memo her boss handed her and smiled.

  The SAC, or Special Agent-in-Charge, Martin Brewer, also smiled, while letting his eyes roam over her body. Sara was standing before his desk in a dark, conservative women’s business suit. The suit was designed to be conservative, but Sara’s body ruined the effect. A burka couldn’t hide her curves.

  Brewer was fifty-two, old enough to be Sara’s father, but not so old that he couldn’t appreciate her beauty.

  Sara handed back the paper. “So, not only has Tanner escaped prison, but he’s back in the States and doing what he does best, killing.”

  “Yeah,” Brewer said, while raising his gaze to meet hers. “However, it appears he killed those two men in self-defense.”

  “Any ID on the dead men?”

  “Oh yeah, they were two hard cases that worked for a thug out there. The local cops say these guys were probably loaned out for a hit, only they were the ones that got hit. I’ll email you all the pertinent facts, but right now I want you on a plane for Texas.”

  “Good, this time I’m coming back with Tanner’s scalp. When do I leave?”

  “You’re to meet Jake Garner at JFK Airport, and there will be a jet waiting.”

  Sara made a face as she ran a hand through her long dark hair.

  “Garner? Really Marty?”

  “What’s wrong with Jake Garner? He’s a hell of an agent.”

  “Maybe, but he also thinks he’s God’s gift to women. And he can’t go five seconds without staring at my breasts.”

  Brewer chuckled. “Hell Sara, even I’m guilty of that. You’re a beautiful woman, one of my best agents, but still a beautiful woman. Take Garner, he’s someone you want at your six when things get heavy.”

  Sara let out a long breath. Brewer was right. If things went bad, Garner was the agent she’d pick to watch her back. Still, the man could be annoying.

  Jake Garner was so good-looking that he couldn’t understand why Sara wasn’t attracted to him, and he let it be known in subtle and not-so-subtle ways that he wanted her.

  Sara wasn’t looking to start a relationship, or even have a one-night stand. There was only room for one man in her life and his name was Tanner. Once she dealt with him, then she could think about the future, about starting over, but until she found Tanner and paid him back for what he did to her, the rest of her life was on hold.

  “I’ll take Garner, hell, I’ll work with anyone if it helps me capture Tanner.”

  “One more thing, the Organized Crime Unit has gotten intel from an informant. There’s a mobster in Vegas named Albert Rossetti that wants Tanner dead. It’s likely that it was this Rossetti who sent the two thugs after Tanner at that hotel.”

  “Rossetti? Why does that name sound familiar?”

  “Because of Johnny R, the head of the Giacconi Crime Family here in New York. The R stands for Rossetti.”

  “Is he related to Albert Rossetti?”

  “Albert is Johnny’s uncle, he moved out to Vegas years ago.”

  “Why does Albert Rossetti want Tanner dead?”

  “The informant didn’t know, but he did find out one interesting tidbit. It seems that Tanner was framed on the drug charge that landed him inside that Mexican prison, and it was Rossetti that framed him.”

  Sara nibbled at her lower lip as she thought things over. “Rossetti must have been Tanner’s target when the Mexicans captured him. If so, now that he’s free, Tanner will be looking to carry out the contract.”

  “Still, after all this time?”

  “Tanner never gives up until he’s fulfilled his contract.”

  Brewer tapped his desk with a fist. “We tried to get him transferred back here to face murder charges, but the Mexicans kept delaying because all our evidence was based on supposition, and now it’s too late.”

  “We should have two agents from Vegas watch Rossetti. It will help to know where he is at all times.”

  “Why should we keep tabs on him?”

  “Because he’s Tanner’s next target and you can be sure that the bastard will go after him.”

  3

  And A Bottle Of Rum

  Tanner wanted to kill Rossetti as soon as possible, but Rossetti would have to wait.

  Tanner’s priority was to get transportation and money. He was on the prowl for both when he spotted a pimp backhanding one of his girls.

  The pimp was white, his bodyguard black, and the girl was a child. Although, Tanner had to admit, with the makeup and high heels the girl could pass for thirteen.

  The girl nodded in acquiescence and trod back toward her corner to search for more strangers to pleasure, as the pimp climbed in the back of his silver Mercedes. The bodyguard took the wheel.

  Tanner followed. He was still driving the linen truck but knew he had to ditch it soon or else deal with the cops. He had already wiped the linen truck down, erasing his prints, and was wearing a pair of brown cotton gloves that had been lying atop the dashboard.

  Tanner watched the pimp’s car make a right and head down an alley. When he drove past it, he saw that there was already a guy there in a yellow Honda Civic. He only caught a glimpse of the man, but the dude had drug dealer written all over him.

  Tanner
pulled the truck to the curb, stuck the shotgun down inside an empty pillowcase and headed to the alley on foot. He knew that all he had on his side was the element of surprise; he intended to use it to its fullest advantage.

 

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