The Trigger by Sellers L. J

Author:Sellers, L. J. [Sellers, L. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fanatic, Mystery, police procedural, thriller, Kidnapping, cult, social collapse, Crime Fiction, undercover assignment, isolated compound, murder mystery, FBI agent, hacker, Suspense, Crime, sociopath, Investigation, preppers
ISBN: 9780984008643
Amazon: B00H59A8BA
Goodreads: 19374192
Publisher: Spellbinder Press
Published: 2013-12-07T08:00:00+00:00

After the first round, Sonja asked, “Why are you here, Raff? A young tech guy from the city in an isolated rural community?”

“I’m just doing a job for Spencer. I’ll be gone in a week.”

“What kind of job?” Sonja poured two more shots and gave him a sexy smile.

She was so pretty! “Just a tech job and not something I can talk about. Client confidentiality.”

“Huh.” She picked up her shot of vodka and gestured for him to do the same. “To the future, whatever it holds.”

They belted down another round, and Raff felt it go directly to his head. The two slices of pizza he’d had for dinner were long gone from his belly.

* * *

Dallas was curious as hell. Destiny seemed to be preparing for a step back in time, so why had they hired a hacker for a short-term job? Some kind of cyber theft?

“What do you do for fun, Raff?” She grinned. “Besides vodka shots, I mean.”

“I play chess and go to strip bars.”

Chess? Excellent. “Do you have a board? Let’s see what you’ve got.”

“It’s back home. But you’re on. We’ll play on screen.” His eyes lit up for the first time, and he grabbed his laptop from the desk.

Damn. She’d have to sit next to him on the couch. She preferred an old-fashioned board game, but she also played online. Her favorite competitor was a fourteen-year-old boy in Taiwan, but he hadn’t been around lately. “Let’s make this interesting. Every time someone loses a piece, they have to take a shot. In the end, the loser has to tell a secret.”

“Any secret?”

“Just the one I want to know.” She playfully punched his arm. “You’re going down.”

Dallas didn’t know if she could beat him, but if he got buzzed enough he might tell her what she wanted to know anyway. “Excuse me for a minute.”

She scooted to the bathroom, turned on the water, and vomited up the last two shots. She had to stay relatively sober to make this work, and she couldn’t afford a hangover in the morning. Puking on cue had been her specialty as a child, and she’d used it to distract her bickering parents sometimes… and to get out of stupid school assignments.

She looked around for mouthwash and found a prescription bottle of Zoloft instead. Raff didn’t seem like someone who took antidepressants—but then, who did? A dab of toothpaste would have to suffice. She didn’t plan to kiss him anyway. He was so not her type.

Back in the living room, Raff had a chessboard displayed on screen. “Black or white?”

“Black. You can move first.” Let’s get this over with.

His first few moves were classic, but Dallas was setting up for a blockade. She soon captured his knight, and he groaned but cheerfully took a shot of vodka. After twenty minutes, he’d taken four more shots, and she’d had three. Raff stared at the board longer and longer between moves and finally said, “I’m too drunk to do this.”

“You concede?” Dallas had a good buzz, but she hadn’t lost track of her mission.

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