By James Patterson, Maxine Paetro
A reporter launches a chain of vicious articles in regards to the instances and Lindsay's own lifestyles is laid naked. yet this time she has not anyone to show to--especially now not Joe. eleventh HOUR is the main stunning, so much emotional, and such a lot exciting Women's homicide membership novel ever.
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His head jerked around. ” She fanned the air again. ” Minutes later, the garage door beside a little house in the north end of the city lifted, he pulled in, and the door lowered behind them. Before they got out of the car, he turned to her. “I want you to promise not to run out on me. Give me thirty minutes to clean up and explain what’s going on. ” Greg unlocked the kitchen door and they walked inside. He grabbed a big plastic garbage bag from the kitchen, shoved his disgusting coat inside, and walked toward the bathroom with the bag in one hand.
She froze as a wave of panic washed over her. ” She thought Julio’s men were still looking for her in Bremerton. And here she was, lying in the open with nothing but Greg’s filthy coat and blanket to hide her. Former DEA Agent Adam Gregory saw the stark terror in Neen’s green eyes. Her body was tensed and ready to flee, but that would only draw attention to them, and aside from a few big headstones and scattered trees, there was no place to hide in the cemetery. He saw a flicker of surprise in her eyes after he kissed her.
Neen sat on the sofa and let the warmth of the room seep into her cold body. Staring at the dirty gray carpet, she felt a strong urge to run again, but she couldn’t. , but he was the only person in this world she could trust to help her end this nightmare with Julio. She closed her eyes and stretched her neck. When she opened her eyes, a man stood in front of her. Pulling her purse closer, she lifted her gaze from black motorcycle boots and clean, but well-worn jeans, to a dark blue sweatshirt with light chest hair peeking out the top, to a freshly shaven face, warm hazel eyes, and dark blond hair tied neatly in a ponytail.