Snapshot by Camryn King

Author:Camryn King
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Books
Published: 2019-10-24T16:00:00+00:00

20

Bullet’s cryptic message drove Zeke crazy. He’d spent hours studying the pictures on the drive to find what his friend and Van Dijk were trying to hide. Getting the call to meet with Van Dijk was a blessing. Zeke hoped that turning over the drive would mean an end to this assignment. Given what was readily seen on the flash drive, Wade was no longer a threat. One thing still niggled him, how adamant Wade was about not selling the pictures, especially when Anita doubled the rate. He’d been sure she’d jump on that. Who knows? Maybe she fancied herself a unicorn and the rainbow had special meaning. She was a creative type after all. Artists were funny like that.

Right now, all he wanted to do was work up a sweat. He’d been summoned back to New York to meet with Van Dijk, which meant a chance to work out at his favorite gym. He needed something familiar, that was in his world before being handed this wacky assignment. Zeke entered the gym and threw his bag in a locker. He started out on the treadmill at a fast clip then after five minutes slowed down to a jog. Thirty minutes later, he reached for his towel and went to the bench. He laid down, positioned himself beneath the bell bar and closed his eyes, channeling his focus to lifting the weight.

“What’s going on, buddy?”

Zeke was up and off the bar bell bench in an instant, hand around Warren’s throat, thumb hovering just above the internal jugular vein where he knew the right type of squeeze would render instant unconsciousness.

“Argh,” Warren cried, working to remain upright while being physically propelled across the floor. “Zeke! It’s me. Zeke!”

A quick shake of his head and Zeke was no longer blinded by the swirling sands of Afghanistan. The man who’d touched his shoulder wasn’t the enemy, but the only civilian, and one of only a handful of people, he considered a friend.

“I’m sorry, man.” Warren’s own hand was on his neck now. He worked to still his breathing.

“You know not to do that.”

“I wasn’t thinking. It was a reflective action from how glad I was to see you. It’s been a while since you’ve been to the gym. I know you can handle yourself, clearly, but I worry when I don’t see you around.”

Zeke paused, gave a slow look around the room. The scant crowd that had been gawking quickly returned to their routines. A couple grabbed their towels and water bottles and left.

“I’m really sorry, dude. You okay?”

“I probably should be asking you that question.”

Warren gave off a nervous laugh, touched his neck again. “A few more seconds and I might not have been. I didn’t even see you move! I’m really sorry about that, bro. You’ve warned me more than once.”

“And I will again. No sudden touches, brother. It’s a trigger for sure.”

“Come on. You need somebody to spot you?”

They walked over to the bench from which Zeke had sprang up. Zeke placed a couple hundred-pound weights on each side of the bar and got into position.

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