Dangerous Past By A. F. Ebbers
About the book:
An airline captain and his wife are being stalked by professional assassins who have a deadline to kill him and make it look like an accident or suicide. The couple doesn’t know why they are being targeted. Little by little they are pulled into a dangerous web of intrigue by a murderous criminal network who offers the pilot his wife’s life if he will concede to their demands.
Dangerous Past is a story of a man who must choose between doing what ought to be done or keeping his family alive by allowing a murderous and powerful VIP to escape his past.
Book Excerpt:
It was nine at night, when
the FBI agent watching Frank’s house decided to drive down the road to get a
cup of coffee. He figured it would take no longer than twenty minutes. Inside the house Nicole made some coffee and
gave a cup to Frank to take outside to give to the agent.
Frank went out the front door and looked
for the agent’s car. He peered into the darkness and started to cross the
street when he heard a voice from the side of the yard.
“I’m
back here.”
Frank turned around and walked into the
dark beside his house.
“Over here.”
Frank thought the voice now came from the
back yard and he continued toward the rear of the house. When he got to the
rear yard, Frank still couldn’t see the agent. “Hey, where in the devil are
you? I got some hot coffee.”
“I think I saw someone run into the
foliage near the lake. You better go back inside where it’s safe while I have a
look around.”
“No, I’ll help you search. Wait a minute.”
Frank jogged towards the voice that seemed to be closer to the lake now.
Standing in the shadows, John smiled. For
whatever reason, whether his victim was a macho know-it-all type or just naive
of the danger, many of the men he had killed had swallowed that bait. He also
figured from the fax sheet he had received, that the Austin police had taken
Frank’s .38-calber revolver. Under the new waiting law, John knew it was
impossible for Frank to get another weapon so soon unless his intended victim
wasn’t a law-biding citizen. And John was counting on Frank to be a law-abiding
sort.
As Frank neared Town Lake, he wished he
had brought a flashlight. He couldn’t see the agent at all. So he went toward
the shrubbery where he last heard the voice. “Hey, fellow, where are you?”
Frank said. He felt foolish that he didn’t know the agent’s name.
“Here, right behind you.”
The voice startled Frank and he whirled
around to face a well-built man wearing all black as though he was on a Special
Forces recon night team. I’m in trouble, Frank thought, as he looked down the
silencer barrel of a 9mm pistol. God, this guy is really good. “Did you kill
the agent that was watching me?”
“I wasn’t paid to do that. Now, Frankie
boy, let’s me and you take a walk to the shoreline.”
Disclosure: This book excerpt is brought to you by Charisma Media. I did not receive financial compensation for this post.
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