Crazy Wild by Tara Janzen

Author:Tara Janzen [Janzen, Tara]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Suspense, Thriller, Mystery
ISBN: 9780739461723
Google: 359jUEMJ6CEC
Amazon: 0440242606
Barnesnoble: 0440242606
Goodreads: 538172
Publisher: Dell
Published: 2005-12-31T13:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 16

CREED SWORE, catching her as her knees buckled and swinging her back up into his arms. He'd had a fistful of fishnet,

holding onto her while he'd ducked through the window after her, but he'd still almost lost her.Geezus —the friggin' window.

It hadn't been his first choice. Going back into the apartment, pumping shells through the shotgun, that would have been his first choice if he'd been alone. Of course, if he'd been alone, there would have been no reason to go back in with guns

blazing, because all the tangos in South Morrison would have been someplace else chasing after Cody Stark.

And they were tangos. Every damn last one of them. He'd read their files, and he knew Reinhard Klein billed himself as an

international businessman, but anybody who dealt with the Taliban and the likes of Ahmad Hashemi and Qasim Akbar was a

terrorist in his book.

Geezus. Selling guys like Hashemi a friggin' nuclear warhead was like signing a death warrant for New York, or London, or

any of half a dozen major cities in the world. Let the Chechens buy it, and you could say good-bye to Moscow. Give it to

Jemaah Islamiah and say so long to a big chunk of Indonesia. Al-Qaeda didn't bear thinking about. Hamas or Hizbullah would

blow Israel right off the map. It would be Holocaust on a global scale. There would be no end of destruction if a rogue

Crazy Wild

nuclear bomb was set off.

So what did that make the woman freezing to death in his arms?

Tango with a capital T.

Fuck.

And what all the assholes in the apartment had not been able to do, he was going to manage without even trying—namely, be

the death of her. Her outfit put a whole new spin on the term “scantily clad.” He'd lost her clothes somewhere in the

basement, dropped them when he'd dragged out the Mossberg. It had seemed like the smart move at the time. Funny how

things changed. Clothes looked like a good idea about now, with her shivering to pieces—and shestill had half a dozen bad

guys on her ass.

He only made it down two floors before deciding that the fire escape idea had been one of his worst of the night, and that

was saying a lot, considering how things were turning out. The whole damn thing didn't have more than two bolts in it, and

besides being icy as shit, it was swaying in the wind. A silenced shot coming from above and pinging off the outside rail gave him the last little bit of incentive he needed to get the fuck off it.

He kicked in a window and knocked the remaining shards off with his shoulder as he pushed inside. She groaned, which he

took as a good sign, which just once again proved how quickly the night had gone to hell. Dylan was going to have his ass if anything happened to her, and he'd be welcome to it.

Moving fast and avoiding the hall, he carried her through to the next room, and the next, and the next. Most of the walls

separating the abandoned apartments had been at least partially destroyed.

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