by J. M. LeDuc
Graham snickered as he stepped closer to Sin. “We have this cemetery surrounded. You have nobody.”
The left side of Sin’s full lips turned upward as she returned the snicker. “You want to roll the dice on that one?”
Graham pushed a button on his jacket. “Any sign of hostiles?”
“Negative,” came the voice in his earpiece.
Sin stepped toward her ex-boss.
He could smell her perfume mixed with sweat. The aroma, seductive and evil, drained the color from his face. He closed his eyes, scrunched his nose, and exhaled through his nostrils.
“We can both piss into the wind,” Sin said, “you can let me walk out of here, or you can tell me what this little show is really about
. . .” Frank opened his mouth to speak, but Sin continued, “because we both know you have nothing on me.”
Sin shouldered her way past the other agents and began to straddle her bike. Graham stood, wide-stanced, and placed his hands on the handlebars. Sin settled into her seat, crossed her arms across her chest and waited. Her eyebrows went up and her head cocked to the side.
Frank dropped his head and shook it from side to side. “I want you to come back in,” he mumbled.
Sin pulled on her earlobe with a well-manicured painted nail. “What was that? I don’t think I heard you correctly.”
He looked straight at her. “You heard me.”
Sin leaned forward and kick-started her Harley.
“Damn you, Sin!” Frank yelled over the growl of the bike. “Turn that fucking thing off.”
She tapped her gearshift with the toe of her left boot and began to let out the clutch.
“I said I want you back,” he screamed.
Sin squeezed the brake and stopped her bike. “You see, that wasn’t so hard, was it.”
Frank bit his tongue. He wasn’t about to give her any more ammunition.
“Follow me to headquarters and I’ll fill you in.”
“Why?”
“Why, what?”
“Why do you want me back?”
He looked around and eyed the other agents who were still loitering about. “I prefer to talk in private. Please—for Alex.”
Sin nodded. “That’s all you had to say.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Mark Adduci, writing as J. M. LeDuc, is a native Bostonian, who transplanted to South Florida in 1985. He shares his love and life with his wife, Sherri and his daughter, Chelsea.
Blessed to have had a mother who loved the written word, her passion was passed on to him. It is in her maiden name he writes. When he is not crafting the plot of his next thriller, his alter ego is busy working as a professor at The Academy of Nursing and Health Occupations, a nursing college in West Palm Beach, Florida.
J.M. LeDuc’s first novel, “Cursed Blessing,” won a Royal Palm Literary Award in 2008 as an unpublished manuscript in the thriller category. It was published in 2010. He has subsequently written “Cursed Presence” and “Cursed Days, books two and three of the Trilogy of The Chosen, as well as a novella, “Phantom Squad.” He is a proud member of the Florida Writers Association (FWA) and the prestigious International Thriller Writers (ITW).
He loves to interact with his fans and can be reached at [email protected] and on Facebook.