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Code Name: Diesel
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Code Name: Diesel Jacks
Target: Bryar Davies
Mission: Use intelligence to ignite the fire of one prickly but perfect FBI agent
DIESEL
As a Cornell grad and former CIA operative, I've got the wits and thirst for danger to go deep into the shadows. Seeing my fair share of death and destruction, I never flinch when my life is on the line. But when I meet her, I know she's the only one who can truly destroy me.
DIESEL
1
Number four. That’s how the FBI agent sent in to replace Special Agent Bryar Davies referred to the latest woman abducted by whom we now believed to be a serial killer. She wasn’t a fucking number. She was a person.
The guy made me so angry with his disparaging label. I stormed out of the investigation command center. At first I only intended to walk down to the lake, but when I put my hand in my pocket to ward off the windchill of the Adirondacks in the middle of January and felt my key fob, I got in my SUV instead.
I didn’t know exactly where I was going when I threw gravel, pulling out of the forestry service lodge where our investigation was based, only that I had to get the fuck out of there.
How the asshole the FBI sent in was Bryar’s boss was a complete mystery. Even at her relatively young age of twenty-eight, she was twice the agent he was.
I was stunned when my cell rang and I saw the name of the very woman who was on my mind.
“How are you today, Agent Davies?” I answered.
“I just got a call from Ryan, saying you left without alerting anyone.”
I shook my head. While Ryan may think he was in command of this case, he was in for a rude awakening when my bosses had enough of his shit and set him straight.
“I don’t answer to him, babe.”
“Don’t be fucking smug with me, Diesel. This is the same dickhead power play shit you pulled with me the day I arrived.”
“Guess you’re feeling better.” Agent Davies had taken a hit when the team transporting a prisoner was ambushed on the way to the FBI field office in Albany. She’d been in surgery for four hours and thirty-seven minutes before they were able to control the internal bleeding and repair the damage from the bullet that had ripped through her abdomen.
How did I know the exact amount of time she was in the operating room? Because I counted the fucking seconds. That’s how.
Yeah, the woman was way under my skin. So goddamn far, I dreamed about her.
“Diesel? Are you still there?”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“Why did you say you guess I’m feeling better?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you toss so many swear words into one sentence.”
“You haven’t been listening.”
“Where are you?”
“Still at the hospital, but they’re talking about letting me leave today.”
“I’ll be there in twenty.”
“Wait. No. You don’t have to do that.”
“Is someone else there with you?”
“No, but…”
“But, what? There aren’t cabs in the Adirondacks, babe.”
“I hate it when you call me that. Besides, aren’t you anxious to get back to the investigation? I’m sure you’re very concerned about locating your girlfriend and bringing her back safe.”
“My girlfriend?” What the fuck was that about?
“You’re not denying it.”
“First of all, we’re talking about a person who was abducted, probably by a serial killer. Second, Patricia Fasano is not my girlfriend.”
“Not your girlfriend, but you slept with her.”
“Those meds are messing with your head, babe. Never had a cup o’ Joe with her, let alone sex.”
“You have an IQ of what, in the one-sixties? Yet you use words like ‘babe’ and ‘cup o’ Joe.’ You speak ten languages. Use better vocabulary.”
“Twelve, and I’ll see you in fifteen.”
I ended that call and placed another, this time to my best friend, Ranger.
“Hey, I just got a call from the FBI asshole,” he said.
“Yeah? What did he want?”
“To know where you are.”
“Too fucking bad.”
“Yeah. I appreciated the opportunity to tell him he wasn’t your boss so it was none of his business. I used a few different words, but that was the gist.” He chuckled. “But seriously. Where are you?”
“On my way to the hospital. Agent Davies thinks she might be released today.”
“Would you cut the Agent Davies shit? Everyone else may be blind to how you hang on her every word, but I’m not. Her name is…what’s her name?”
“Bryar.”
“Yeah. Weird name. Anyway, so you’re picking her up?”
“Yes, but that isn’t why I called. For some reason, Bryar thinks I slept with the psychologist.”
“Did you?”
“Fuck no.”
“Why does she think you did?”
“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.”
“On that subject, Onyx said something seemed off about the call Fasano’s parents said they received. He wants to do some digging.”
“Roger that. I’ll get on it this afternoon.”
“Already workin’ it. Go get brier patch.”
I laughed. She wasn’t going to like that any better than babe.
I’d just gotten off the elevator on the surgical floor when Ranger called again.
“What’s up?”
“Are you still on your way to the hospital?”
“Just got here, why?”
“Need you to head down to the ER as soon as possible.”
Fuck. “Why?”
“Ms. Fasano has been located—alive.”
“Where?”
“You’ll never guess.”
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