Tyndale House Publishers
Featuring: Danika Morales; Alex North
400 pages ISBN: 1414320515 EAN: 9781414320519 Kindle: B003M5IHHS Paperback / e-Book Add to Wish List
Border Patrol Agent Danika Morales lost her husband Toby
two years ago. Unknown to Danika, Toby was an activist
for undocumented citizens coming across the Texas border
town of McAllen, but she only discovered this fact on the
night he was murdered. She is still trying to find her
husband's killer, but she has more problems than that.
The Border Patrol Agency has a traitor in their midst and
the finger of suspicion is pointed at both Danika and
Toby's brother, Jacob.
Danika has found a good friend and confidante in Dr. Alex
Price. When her life seems to be crumbling, and there may
be a safety issue with her four-year-old daughter, Tiana,
Alex seems to find a solution for everything.
SWORN TO PROTECT is replete with danger and treachery, with
just the right amount of romance. DiAnn Mills is a
founding board member of the American Christian Fiction
Writers and her writing has been compared to another
outstanding Christian writer, Dee Henderson.
Danika Morales has sworn to protect our borders. But
that oath has come with a price.
Two years ago, her husband was shot and killed trying to
help undocumented citizens—the very people Danika is
responsible for deporting as a border patrol agent. His
murder was never solved.
Now, a recent string of attacks and arrests leads Danika to
believe her husband’s death wasn’t just a random act. It
may be part of a larger conspiracy, and it appears that
she’s the next target. When the Border Patrol discovers
that one of their own is leaking top-secret information,
Danika turns to the only person she can trust—a doctor at
the local medical clinic. Together they search for answers
before more innocent lives are destroyed.
Excerpt
Chapter 1
McAllen, Texas
The Rio Grande River separating Mexico and the US was not
just murky. It was toxic. Danika Morales respected the
river’s temperamentólazy and rushing, crystal and muddy,
breath-taking and devastating. To many illegal immigrants,
its flowing water signified hope and an opportunity for a
better tomorrow, while others viewed the river crossing as a
means of smuggling drugs or spreading terrorism. But for
Danika, the depths meant death, and it didn’t discriminate
among its victims. That was why she chose a Border Patrol
badge and carried a gun.
Shortly after the 8:00 a.m. muster, Danika snatched up the
keys to the Tahoe
assigned to her for the next ten hours and checked out an
M4. A hum of voices, most with Hispanic accents and clipped
with occasional laughter, swirled around the station. A
labyrinth of sights and sounds had succeeded in disorienting
her. A daze. She took a sip of the steaming coffee in hopes
no one saw how the day’s date affected her. Her hands shook.
The twelfth of July. The second anniversary of Toby’s
murder. She thought she could handle it better than this,
but the raw ache still seared her heart.
“Tough day for me too,” Jacob whispered beside her. “We can
get through this together.” The familiar tone of voice, as
in many times before, nearly paralyzed her. Jacob sounded so
much like his brother.
She stood shoulder to shoulder with her brother-in-law and
glanced at his muscular frame and the silver streaks in his
closely cropped hair, everything about him oddly different
from Toby. Gone were the gentleness, patience, and the
out-stretched arms of love.
“Thanks. But I’m all right.”
He frowned, a typical expression. “Well, I’m not, and you
shouldn’t be either.” She was in no mood to rile him today.
“I miss Toby every minute of the day, but we have to move
on. He would have wanted it that way.”
“Not till his murderer is found.” Jacob’s jaw tightened.
“I’m disappointed in you.”
Danika took another sip of the hot coffee, burning her
tongue. Caustic words threatened to surface and add one more
brick to the wall dividing them. “I want the killer found
too. I’m committed to it. I think about him everyday and
mourn for our daughter who will never know her daddy. But I
choose not to spend my time harboring hate and vengeance.”
“You must not have really loved my brother.”
The words cut deep, and Jacob knew they would. No woman
could have loved Toby like she did. “I refuse to be
brow-beaten by you any more. Your hate is going to explode
in your own backyard one day.” She stopped herself before
she lit a match to his temper. Actually, she’d rather have
been dropped in the bush for the next ten hours with a
shotgun and a can of OFF than argue with him. But the time
had come to distance herself from Jacob.
“Hey, Danika,” an agent called. “Do these belong to you?”
She turned to see wiry Felipe Chavez carrying a glass-filled
vase with a huge bouquet of roses. They remembered. She
swallowed a chunk of life. “Oh, guys, you didn’t have to do
this.”
Felipe made his way toward her. The other agents hushed,
then one of them started to clap. She smiled through the
tears as he handed her the clear glass vase. The sweet
fragrance no longer reminded her of death, but of life and
her resolve to live each day in a way that commemorated
Toby’s devotion to her and their little daughter. Perhaps
this was what the two-year marker meant. She took the roses
and studied the small crowd of agents. Good men, all of
themóeven Jacob.
“We cared about what happened to Toby too,” Felipe said,
with a grim smile. Danika brushed her finger around one of
the delicate petals and formed her words. Memories had
stalked her like a demon since last night. “Don’t know what
to say except thank you. Toby was a soldier for his own
cause, and he spent his life doing what he believed in. Just
like all of us.”
One agent shook his head, frowned, and left the room. Far
too many reasons for his disapproval raced through her mind.
But Danika needed to put the ugliness behind
her. She set the flowers on the long table in front of her.
“Today is the second annive sary of Toby’s death. All of you
have looked after me and my daughter, especially during
holidays and special occasions. His death is why I’m more
dedicated than ever to help protect the border.” She paused,
sensing her emotions rushing into chaos. “I appreciate your
remembering him and the sacrifice he made, especially since
his beliefs were controversial.” Enough said. She took a
deep breath, what many called a cleansing breath. “I brought
doughnuts.”
And they were buttermilk, Toby’s favorite.
She glanced at Jacob, hoping to end the tension between
them. How Barbara could stay married to him was beyond her
comprehension. He treated her and their four kids like
yesterday’s trash. Danika wound through the crowd of agents,
greeting those who offered condolences and others who
offered a good-morning. The Field Operations Supervisor,
Agent Oden Herrera , stood in front of the flagsóthe US,
Homeland Security, and the Border Patrol. Pushing the
emotions of regret and grief about Toby aside, she captured
the supervisor’s attention.
“During the muster you said intel had picked up a cocaine
drop last night?”
Herrera walked to a wall map and pointed. “Like I said
earlier. Arrested seven men and two women right along here,
your area. A kid had a small bag of cocaine on him. Most
likely a deterrent. The drug smuggler either hid it before
being apprehended, or he’s out there waiting for someone to
pick him up. Dogs have been out there most of the night, but
Barnett and Fire-Eater are headed that way in a few minutes.”
Danika finished her coffee and made her way into the
stifling heat to Jon Barnett’s truck. As Fire-Eater’s
handler, he had everyone’s admiration, and the Belgian
sheepdog had a reputation of being the best of the K-9s.
Barnett snapped on the dog’s leash and waved.
“I hear we’re working the same area today.” She refrained
from patting Fire- Eater. Some days he wasn’t people
friendly. After seeing the dog in action a few times when
he’d found drug runners, she sometimes felt sorry for those
he brought down.
Barnett grinned and wiped the sweat already beading on his
face. “He’s a good dog, Morales. Just needs a little help
with his people skills.” He laughed, his freckles deepening
in the intense sun. “And he’s great with the wife and kids.
Like another member of the family.” He pulled out his keys.
“Do you want to talk? We have a few minutes.”
All she really wanted was for the day to be over. Talking
increased the chances of liquid emotionówhich was more
lethal than the river flowing between the US and Mexico.
“No, thanks. I’m fine.”
“Do you need to talk?”
“It’s been two years.” Therapeutic or not, she would not
open up, even to a sweet guy like Barnett. She’d spent hours
building a reputation as a tough agent, and she wasn’t about
to take a nose dive now.
“Right, and the sooner you admit that today has crept up on
you worse than a case of food poisoning, the better you’ll
feel.”
She had to agree. “Have you turned psychologist?”
“Fire-Eater and five kids taught me all I know.”
“I had a dog when I was a kid,” she said, looking for any
subject except Toby.
“Gentle, sensed my moods, smart. My best friend. Sure missed
him when he was gone.” Danika blinked back a tear, despising
her reaction. She stared at Fire-Eater rather than look into
Barnett’s face.
“I bet he slept at the foot of your bed.” Fire-Eater climbed
into the backseat of the double-cab truck.
“Sometimes in it. We even shared meals. I didn’t like meat,
and he’d eat it for me.”
“Who’s your best friend now?”
She swallowed the ever-increasing lump in her throat.
“Toby’s gone, and I have a tough time in church.”
“Confession is a beginning. Any family?”
“Toby’s family has been good to me.” Never mind Jacob. “My
folks never approved of my marriage.” She sucked in a
breath. It hissed like the poisonous snakes she feared.
“Well-meaning friends do this to me.”
“Do you feel any better?”
Sneak. “Yeah, thanks, doc. You--”
Fire-Eater barked. No doubt anxious to get moving. The
animal and Jacob had similar personalities, but today she’d
rather be with the dog.
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