Meranda has been with the FBI since she was 18 years old. Following the footsteps of her father and became one of the best by the time she was 25. But in one of her first cases she remembers she finds out that there is someone out there killing agents.Her partner was the first to go, and now with not one but two new partners she worries that she can't find the killer and protect them at the same time. Can she and her new team find the killer before another agent dies?
Chapter one
It had to be two am when the phone rang at Miranda’s apartment. Rolling over she strained to look at the clock, then reached over and picked up the phone.
“Cross.” Meranda said automatically, not truly knowing who’d be calling at such a strange hour.
“Meranda, its George.”
“George it’s two in the morning, what is going on?”
“Lucas is missing.”
“What?” Meranda said sitting straight up. Her dark eyes slowly adjusting to the pitch black room. It wasn’t like her partner to wonder off without making sure someone knew where he was.
“We had a call that Lucas’s car was found abandoned on Fourth Street, Boston PD was sent to check it out. No word so far but there is no sign of Lucas.”
“Damn it, I told him to call if he was going to check on some leads.”
“He said he was checking on a few and heading home for the night.”
“That son of a bitch. He told me he’d call.”
“Randa, calm down.”
“If Boston PD was called, that meant his car or something was found. Is it still at the scene?” Meranda asked as she climbed from the bed, she sat with her legs hanging off the large queen sized bed. Her long dark hair hanging messy around her face, she wore a long tee shirt and an old pair of shorts.
“Yes, that’s why I am calling you. Figured you’d head over and check it out. Your temporary partner will be there waiting for you.”
“I can do this alone.” She spat angrily. She nearly slammed the phone down but decided to hear her friend out.
“I don’t want this case worked by just you; I’ve already lost one agent I won’t lose two.”
“George you’re not even the Director, does Ryan even know that you’ve called? And what is the rookie’s name?”
“The agent’s name is James Williams. Graduated in the same class you did. Just get down there I’ll give you the particulars on Williams tomorrow.” George answered avoiding the question that had been just asked. Meranda barely noticed that her question wasn’t answered.
“Thank you.” Meranda answered, she hated when George wouldn’t talk straight to her. Lately that was all he did, he avoided questions and gave questions instead of answers.
“No problem. Just find our agent.”
“I will.” Meranda said hanging up the phone. She already knew this was a strange case and now with the addition of a new agent, she would have to inform him of what was being worked on and still find Lucas alive. She only hopped the blood found at the scene wasn’t Lucas’s.
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PI novel set in Manhattan during the 1980s when art galleries and model agencies were the two most glamorous businesses in the world. Dangerously well written.
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