As soon as I closed the door I went for the phone. [Read more...]
The Freelancer – Chapter 12
After saying goodnight [Read more...]
The Freelancer – Chapter 11, part 2
Part 2
Jenna was grateful for [Read more...]
The Freelancer – Chapter 11, part 1
Part 1
As soon as Jackson closed the door [Read more...]
The Freelancer – Chapter 9
Jenna sat in front of [Read more...]
The Freelancer – Chapter 8
Wednesday, September 24
As promised, McShae pulled [Read more...]
The Freelancer – Chapter 7
It ended up being an extremely long [Read more...]
The Freelancer – Chapter 6
Just after six o’clock Jenna heard [Read more...]
The Freelancer – Chapter 5
Chad Blackstone shuffled papers around [Read more...]
The Freelancer – Chapter 4
The pilot had not been kidding about the weather; it was raining cats and dogs in Dallas when the plane landed. What I had not expected was the damned heat. As soon as I got off of the plane, I felt a thick curtain of hot and sticky air hit me in the face. I always thought rain cooled things down, especially at the end of September, but I was wrong.
Very wrong.
This had to be what Hell was like. [Read more...]
The Freelancer – Chapter 3
Jenna Monroe filled the kettle with water and placed it on the burner. After her ten o’clock conference call with Chet Mitchell, her publicist, she chained herself to her computer to work. It was now after two and she hadn’t got a single thing done. To make matters worse, [Read more...]
The Freelancer – Chapter 2
As soon as we reached our cruising altitude and I had exchanged a few pleasantries with the robust man sitting next to me, I began to go through the dossiers I had been given. When I’m on assignment, I normally like to start with the file on my alias and move on to the Target File; however, Banks had piqued my curiosity. The first file I went for was the one on Monroe. [Read more...]
The Freelancer – Chapter 1
Tuesday, September 23
“Agent Caldwell, get your ass in here!”
I never liked the way Special Agent in Charge Sherry Banks yelled from her office instead of using the intercom system like everyone else. Come to think of it, I didn’t like having to report directly to her. It wasn’t that she was a woman; [Read more...]
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