3. Fear No Evil by Allison Brennan

Author:Allison Brennan [Brennan, Allison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-08-10T12:12:05+00:00

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The devil was in the details, and Mick Mallory had just been sacrificed by those details. Probably some FBI bureaucrat screwing up. No surprise there.

Did Kate Donovan know him?

No matter. Trask would serve his head on a silver platter to Kate. Then he'd make her watch Lucy die.

Don't rush, he admonished himself. He had more work to do. He pulled down the digital film of the feds who'd walked into his trap off Baja. They looked like cops, a little too rugged to be feds, but they were probably among the cream of that particular crop. They looked familiar, but Trask knew he'd never met either of them.

Trask ran their images through his photo-recognition program.

Almost instantly their identities popped up. He straightened, tense.

Patrick James Kincaid, thirty-two, San Diego, Cali-fornia, sergeant in the San Diego Police Department.

Connor Mateo Kincaid, thirty-five, San Diego, California, private investigator.

Lucy's brothers.

Something wasn't right. Why weren't the feds work-ing on this? Why would they bring in outsiders?

He'd sent the false Baja coordinates to Kate, which meant she was in touch with the Kincaid family.

Did that mean she hadn't called the FBI? Playing maverick herself? Why work with the Kincaid fam-ily?

How had they gotten together?

He ran the third image through his program, won-dering if the man was another Kincaid brother.

Instead, he learned that the man was Quincy Peter-son, special agent in charge out of Seattle. Peterson...

the name wasn't familiar. He must be new, or hadn't been involved five years ago. Different team. Maybe the feds were falling apart. They'd trusted Kate Donovan's information and come up dry several times.

He smiled.

He'd done his research on Lucy and knew she was high risk—her family were cops and military, the epitome of authority.

In the beginning, nearly a year ago, he'd joined a Georgetown chat room and waited for the right girl.

Listened, watched, conversed with the students. He'd picked Trevor Conrad as his identity because Trevor had planned on going to Georgetown all those years ago. Had he lived, of course. Seemed a fitting tribute.

In January, incoming freshmen started flooding the chat rooms. That's when Trask really perked up.

Young, eager, excited. They assumed everyone in the chat room was a student, freely shared information about where they lived, what they planned to study, their families, their photos.

He and Lucy started talking about things they had in common, such as speaking French. It was fun to pull out his rusty high school French and use it with Lucy. It only took a couple of weeks before she was sharing everything about herself with him. He knew her real name. Her hometown. That her father was re-tired army and her mother had escaped from Cuba. He learned about her brothers and sisters and Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

wondered if he should seek out another girl. A kid with that much firepower around her could be dangerous to him.

Then she sent him her picture.

Her resemblance to Monique was remarkable. The same long, thick wavy hair. The big brown eyes.

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