It feels like a good day to give away a book, so how about the first book in the Devlin Group series—the book in which we first meet Gallagher, hero of the upcoming No Surrender and owner of the fine mantitty over there in the sidebar.
Leave a comment on this post—anything from “hi” to “enter me” to a weather report (I’m easy that way)—and Sunday evening I’ll let random.org pick the winner of a DIGITAL copy of 72 Hours!
Grace bounced gently on the balls of her feet, clenching and unclenching her fists at her side. In brand-new khaki cargo pants and a tight-fitting, long-sleeved black T-shirt, with her favorite Nike crosstrainers on her feet, she was ready. To use a phrase from her youth, she was pumped.
And the waiting sucked. They were at rest on the far side of a neighboring island, waiting for the go signal. Carmen was monitoring and feeding Gallagher live satellite feed, and some of the finest agents in the world were now on standby, waiting for her eight-year-old son to have to take a leak.
The outhouse was a modern blue plastic job, and theyâ€™d watched the footage closely. When he went in, the indicator moved, showing heâ€™d locked the door. Then the two guys guarding him would relax, wander away and share a smoke. That lock would hopefully buy them the few precious seconds they needed.
She took a deep breath, rolling her shoulders, keeping her muscles warm and limber for the mission ahead. And yet again she visualized Gallagherâ€™s plan, walking mentally through the steps necessary to safely remove their extraction target.
And thatâ€™s what Danny was now. An extraction target. His picture was folded up in one of her pockets and the image of his scared eyes was seared across her heart. He was her baby, but now he was her mission