Eleven by Carolyn Arnold

Eleven by Carolyn Arnold

Author:Carolyn Arnold [Arnold, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Mystery, Hard-Boiled, Police Procedurals, Series
Amazon: B0063VBFVI
Published: 2011-11-04T05:00:00+00:00


Debbie told us she’d leave with one condition. She didn’t want cops posted outside the house while she packed and didn’t want them following her. I had given her a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead before we left. I knew I had a job to do, but all I wanted was to make love to her and hold her close.

Jack didn’t say anything until we arrived at Quantico and he pulled into the parking lot. “Be happy we should have other things to do here, Slingshot.”

“It’s not like we knew she was okay.”

“If you listened when she spoke you would have known where she was.”

“If you weren’t always rushing our conversations—”

Jack slammed a flattened hand onto the steering wheel. He didn’t say a word. We both just sat there looking at the other cars until my cell phone rang. I answered.

“I hear Chantilly is a lovely place.”

It wasn’t Debbie. It was someone using a voice modifier.

“You son of a bitch! I’ll kill you when I find you!”

A laugh from the caller sent chills down my spine. “First you must find me.”

“You stay away from her!”

“Are you going to stop me?”

The line went dead.

“Fuckin’ shit!” I gripped my cell phone hard and faced Jack. “He knows where Deb’s sister lives. He’s been close.”

We both jumped out of the SUV and went straight to Nadia’s office. She was wading through screens of codes.

“The triangulation for the call just made to his cell. Now,” Jack barked.

Nadia jumped, and a stress ball fell to the floor. She spun around in her chair. An HB pencil sat clenched in her teeth. She took it out of her mouth as she nodded hello.

This was the second time I had seen her. The first was a quick orientation of the base office and personnel. Her dark hair swept just past shoulder length and held the shine of expensive hair products. The rusty-orange frames of her glasses would have been popular back in the seventies, but somehow they suited her.

“You said a call just now?” She asked the question as she bent over to pick up the stress ball.

“Yes.” The word came from Jack’s lips like the hiss of a snake.

“All right then.”

Any other time I would have found amusement in the contrast between Jack’s attitude and Nadia’s relaxed nature. I thought it ironic as Jack always told me to calm down.

Nadia turned back to face the screen. She clicked on the keyboard, and within seconds the triangulation filled in on the screen. Her finger traced the perimeter. “It’s coming from within here.”

“That’s a five-mile radius around my home—”

My cell chimed notification of a new text message.



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