Absolute Doubt (Fallen Agents of T-FLAC Book 1) by Cherry Adair

Author:Cherry Adair [Adair, Cherry]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: FICTION/Romance/Suspense
Publisher: Adair Digital
Published: 2016-11-17T18:00:00+00:00

Fourteen

The ghost of her scent was everywhere.

But she was gone.

Suitcase, clothes, River herself.

Fuck, fuck, and triple fuck.

Because he didn't want to raise suspicion, Daklin had suffered through the rest of the morning with Xavier, when all he'd wanted to do was spend his last day with River. The thought of her, the scent of her, consumed him, and engaging in idle chitchat with the man he was going to destroy in a few hours, wasn't nearly enough distraction. He'd finally made his excuses under the guise of writing his reports on Xavier's apparition for Rome.

Only to find her room empty.

It was God's last laugh. Just when he resigned himself to his fate and ready to die, he met a woman like River Sullivan who made him want to live again. In his head, a timer counted down the minutes. He didn't want to waste a second that could be spent with her.

His men knew their roles. There was no more planning necessary. Now it was a waiting game. He'd played it on ops dozens of times. It had never bothered him before. Today it fuckingwell did.

Charlie Kytta, leader of Delta Team, and his men worked diligently to clear the slide, and get the rest of the villagers—-and River—-a safe distance from the valley. Where the hell could she have gone? No one could leave via the pass. She wasn't equipped or experienced enough to take a long fucking walk through the jungle. Especially alone.

He imagined her attempting to climb the rubble at the pass, because God only knew, she was stubborn enough, pissy enough, to give it a real shot. Slipping and sliding down the shale, plummeting to the valley floor a thousand feet onto jagged rocks below. To her death.

He rubbed the center of his chest. No. She wasn't stupid. Stubborn. Determined. But not stupid.

Had Father Marcus figured out a way to circumvent the slide and get everyone else clear of the valley?

Daklin made a slow turn in her dim, empty bedroom, the very air redolent with the smell of summer rain and flowers that he'd always associate with her. Not that he had a long time for such an association. His ending was a mere hours away. Which made River’s absence in this last moment he might ever have to see her un-fucking-acceptable.

She'd showered, and from the appearance of rumpled covers on the bed, taken a nap, and left.

Scowling, he glared at the rumpled covers on the half-made bed. A nap wasn't who River Sullivan was. She was a woman of action. A planner. She was no coward.

Therefore, the bed was unmade from when she'd left to go up to the mine early this morning.

He checked the enormous teak wardrobe, opening the double doors to see what, if anything, she'd left behind. Daklin frowned. The only thing inside was a long, sheer garment hanging from a padded pink silk hanger.

Frowning, he rubbed the thin material between his fingers. The garment held a musty, faded scent. He held out the garment—a full-length, shift style dress of sheer fabric.

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