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Excerpt of With a Vengeance by Jacqui Jacoby


Samhain Publishing
April 2013
On Sale: April 19, 2013
Featuring: Jaime Walsh; Stephen Reid
266 pages
ISBN: 1619215756
EAN: 9781619217171
Kindle: B00B18C30U
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Mystery, Romance Suspense

Also by Jacqui Jacoby:

Magic Man, October 2015
Dead Men Play The Game, July 2015
With a Vengeance, April 2014
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With a Vengeance, April 2013
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Excerpt of With a Vengeance by Jacqui Jacoby

Jaime, Collin and Stephen splashed through the drainage pipe, heading into the belly of the city, long since immune to the stench around them. The pipe narrowed two more feet, forcing them to hunch over. In the dark, they felt their way along the wall, knowing sooner or later they were going to find a manhole or drain from the street or something big enough to let them crawl out of this hellhole.

"Hawaii," Jaime said, breaking a long silence.

"What about it?" Stephen asked, directly behind her. He kept one hand in hers, the other on the wall.

"I think I'm going to go to Hawaii."

Collin chuckled from in front of her. Always the heroes, they had stuck her in the middle. Again. "When is that taking place?"

"As soon as I get out of here. I need a vacation."

Now Stephen laughed. "You wouldn't know how."

She stopped to stretch. The roof was too low for her to stand, so she leaned over, stretching her back and arms. "I might surprise you."

Here in Argentina their job had been simple. To ascertain the production of uranium was used for nuclear reactors and not nuclear weapons. So far, the job had been a piece of cake. Posing as American representatives of the civilian company, Agency of Nuclear Technology, they had easily obtained access to the Ezeiza Processing Plant and the Pilcaniyeu Enrichment Plant.

Rico Chavez, an employee of Ezeiza, had been born in Argentina and educated at MIT. Already suspicious of his superiors' motives when Jaime had approached him with an offer of cash in exchange for a look into the Ezeiza records, he had readily agreed.

The records indicated nothing improper was happening at the plant, and the crew had been about to call it quits and head home.

Except now Rico Chavez had been hit and Jaime had been seen in the room.

God, I'm tired. Jaime couldn't even remember the last time she had taken a holiday.

Keeping to the left, they traveled through the maze.

The tunnels led to a ladder. A manhole. The street above. Two cars were parked directly beside them, blocking their ascent to the real world from anyone who might happen by. The rain fell, but it had lost its wrath.

When they crawled onto the street, they didn't have a clue how far they were from where they entered the drains.

Collin replaced the cover and put his arm over Jaime's shoulder. They walked off, Stephen two steps behind. The buildings they walked by advertised rooms for rent by the hour.

Collin detoured into a late–night market while Jaime and Stephen leaned against the outside wall.

Collin was back within three minutes, stuffing a small package into his jacket pocket.

They kept moving.

Walking past a dilapidated building whose neon window sign proclaimed the establishment simply as "Hotel", they exchanged looks, walked over the threshold and got themselves a room.

The clerk's eyebrows arched when he looked up from his newspaper. His chapped lips spread into a crooked smile over his short, dirty beard when they requested one room for the three of them.

"Si." He leered. "Si, si."

If they hadn't been so tired, if they had cared one iota what this moron thought, they might have defended themselves. But they were and they didn't, so they let him think his perverted thoughts, grabbed their key and took the stairs to the second floor.

The carpet had been red at one point. Torn and discolored, it fit perfectly with the spotted walls that screamed for paint.

Room 2A. Top of the stairs and to the right.

Stephen entered first, turning on the lights.

Collin shut the door behind them, snapping the lock.

"Bathroom. Now," Stephen ordered Jaime.

She grunted as Collin pulled out the brown paper bag and tossed it to Stephen. Stephen caught it overhand.

Jaime sat down on the edge of the stained tub, her hands on her knees as she waited for the torture.

The three–by–five bathroom reeked of things living where they shouldn't be living. Stephen sat on closed toilet seat and used the back as a table. Opening the bag, he pulled out the peroxide, aspirin, gauze and first–aid tape. Stretching his leg out, he reached into his jeans pocket and got out his Swiss Army knife.

She saw him in the mirror on the back of the door as he worked, the concentration etched on his chiseled features, his blue eyes watching his own fingers move.

"This could really use some stitches," Stephen said.

"And?" she said, wincing when he dabbed at the wound with a cloth soaked in peroxide.

She could see her blood on his fingers and on his watch. A droplet was even running down the back of his hand, but he ignored it.

"FYI," he said, tossing the cloth into the sink. "You scared me," he added, looking her straight in the eye before cutting a couple of butterfly bandages.

"You should learn to drive better."

He smiled. Jaime always loved his smile. It made even the worst times seem okay.

Like now.

"You do need to get another hobby besides babysitting me, you know," she told him. He smiled again, only this time there was a mischievous edge to it and she knew she would pay.

She did.

He pushed harder on the cut, making her yelp.

"Bastard," she said.

"Whiner," he shot back.

Collin appeared in the doorway. "There's no phone so we can't check in," he said.

Jaime winced as Stephen pulled the edges of the cut together with the tape.

"We'll sleep here and call first thing in the morning," Stephen said.

"There's only two double beds," Collin said. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a coin, positioning it on his bent thumb. "Head's gets the single. Tail's gets her."

Excerpt from With a Vengeance by Jacqui Jacoby
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