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A Soldier's Oath (Harlequin Intrigue Series #983)

A Soldier's Oath (Harlequin Intrigue Series #983)

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by Debra Webb

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Willow Harris needed someone who was willing to go beyond the law to get her son back. It was a dangerous mission in a foreign land against ruthless kidnappers. Hope was all Willow had…until she found THE EQUALIZERS.

Spencer Anders may have been new to the Equalizers, but he was a proven professional. Specializing in hostage retrieval, Spencer had


Willow Harris needed someone who was willing to go beyond the law to get her son back. It was a dangerous mission in a foreign land against ruthless kidnappers. Hope was all Willow had…until she found THE EQUALIZERS.

Spencer Anders may have been new to the Equalizers, but he was a proven professional. Specializing in hostage retrieval, Spencer had earned his stripes overseas. Now with Willow in on the mission, anything could happen—things he couldn't control. The only thing Spencer knew for sure: surrender was not an option.

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Friday, February 18 St. Louis, Missouri

Willow Harris shifted the car into Park and turned off the engine. She drew in a slow, deep breath and ordered herself to remain calm.

This particular part of the east side of St. Louis wasn't exactly the kind of place a woman wanted to find herself in at dusk, but she had no choice.

he'd called.

She'd had to come, no matter the time of day or night. The man she'd driven here to see didn't keep the usual business hours.

Before getting out of the car she said one last prayer. Please, God, let the news be good. She wasn't sure she could take any more bad news.

Eight months.

She'd been fighting to get her son back for eight long months. An eternity. Hurt welled up inside her at the idea that she'd missed his second birthday. Just last week. She'd missed so much already. All those evolving toddler moments. Precious changes that no mother should miss.

Nothing would bring those moments back. Closing her eyes, she forced the painful thoughts away. She had to be strong. She would never be able to bring her baby home again if she couldn't hold herself together better than this.

"Whatever it takes," she murmured as she opened her eyes and firmed her resolve. No weakness, no fear. "I will do whatever it takes."

Willow emerged from her car and headed for the office of Davenport Investigations. She'd been here several times before. But this time was different. This time she would be given an update on the man who'd actually managed to get close enough to send back pictures of her son.

No one had gotten that close before.

Anticipation fluttered in her chest.

She couldn't wait to see the pictures of her baby. Eight endless months had passed since she'd last seen him.

She hadn't been able to hold him—to kiss his sweet little head. Maybe if she were really lucky, this man would be able to reunite her with her precious child.

After numerous failures he could be the one. The bell over the door jingled as she entered the suite of offices that sat tucked between a dry cleaning service and a small chain drug store, both of which had long ago gone out of business. The small waiting room was empty and absolutely silent as usual. Not once during her four previous visits had she encountered another client. Mr. Davenport explained that he carefully arranged appointments to ensure complete privacy. As much as she understood that need, walking into his office alone this close to dark made her a little uneasy.

Whatever it takes, she reminded herself.

She passed two upholstered chairs flanking an end table, the magazine-cluttered top highlighted by the dim glow showering down from a ceramic lamp. No desk, no chair, no telephone and, evidently, no receptionist. Just a space-challenged room designed for waiting.

Since she'd timed her arrival to the minute— experience had taught her not to bother coming early—she strode up to the door that led into Davenport's private office and knocked. He should be waiting for her to show up about now.

"Come in, Ms. Harris," he called through the closed door.

Willow moistened her lips, took another deep breath and entered his office.

He sat behind his massive wooden desk, didn't bother standing as he gestured for her to have a seat. She'd wondered at his lack of social etiquette at first, but the hope that he could help her had overridden any second thoughts. Desperation had a way of doing that.

His desk, credenza and file cabinets were clear of clutter as if he'd taken care to lock away every single scrap of paper that might reveal information regarding one of his clients. However lacking in decorum he might be, he was definitely discreet.

"You have good news?, she asked as she settled into the lone chair on her side of his desk. "And the pictures?, Hope bloomed in her chest at the mere idea of seeing her baby, even if only in covertly snapped photos.

He tossed an envelope in her direction. "I received these day before yesterday."

Willow didn't ask why he hadn't let her know about the pictures before today. Nor did she inquire as to why he avoided giving her an answer as to whether or not he had good news. He most likely had his reasons for doling out information in the way he did, reasons she probably wouldn't want to know. That was something else she'd learned about this man, he didn't like prying questions unless he was the one doing the asking. Her fingers trembled as she opened the envelope and took out the digital prints. Her heart thumped hard and tears burned in her eyes.


Her baby.

He looked so big—so different. Two years old.And she'd missed that special day. The need to hold him was suddenly so intense that she could scarcely breathe.

How could the man she'd thought she loved, the man she'd trusted and married, have done this to her? Somewhere in the back of her mind a voice taunted her, reminding her that she should have listened to her parents. They would tell her that this was the price she paid for getting in bed with the devil. Her stomach knotted violently and she pushed the painful thoughts away.

Yes, she'd made a mistake. But surely God would not consider taking her child from her reasonable punishment for an innocent error in judgment. She refused to believe as her parents did. If that made her evil, then so be it.

Clearing her mind of the ugly past that represented her dysfunctional childhood, she shuffled through picture after picture, her heart bursting with equal measures of joy and sadness. Ata playing on the balcony outside her former husband's home. Her baby's face pressed against the glass of a car window. Him toddling around her ex-husband's mother in the market.

Davenport's man had gotten very close.

Close enough to reach out and touch her baby. She held the pictures against her chest and lifted her gaze to the waiting investigator. "How soon does he think he can make a move?"

This was the moment she had waited for—prayed for—night after night for so very long. please don't something softer, something very much like sympathy. "Ms. Harris, I understand how badly you want to get your boy back. Believe me. I have two sons of my own and grandkids. Every day you have to wait is pure hell, but."

She wanted to speak up—to tell him not to say more. She didn't want to hear what she knew was coming. But she couldn't force the words from her lips.

"—yours is not the first case like this I've worked. The culture we're dealing with in this situation is completely different. Winning by legal means is impossible, you've learned that the hard way. Stealing the child back is usually the only option for a parent faced with these circumstances."

He paused, and in that moment Willow recognized with slowly building horror that, in this man's opinion, all hope was lost—again.

Before she could protest his unspoken assessment, he continued, " That said, your position is different in yet another way. Your ex-husband and his family are—unique."

In this instance unique was just another word for untouchable. The al-Shimmari family was connected, socially and politically. Immense wealth added to their power. The Kuwaiti authorities wouldn't dare cross the family.

"Are you saying I should give up hope?, She wouldn't. Never. Never. She would keep looking until she found someone who could help her. If not this man, then someone else. Nothing he could say would change her mind.

"I'm saying, Ms. Harris," he offered quietly, far too quietly for such a brusque man, " that you're looking for a miracle and you're not going to find it. Your ex-husband will order the execution of anyone who gets close to the child. If my man is dead—and I suspect he is—then no one is going to be able to get close enough to get your son back."

With a strength she couldn't fathom the source of, Willow restrained the tears that threatened. "Thank you, Mr. Davenport." She stood. "I assume the pictures are mine to keep." How she said this without her voice wobbling she couldn't imagine.

He nodded. "Of course."

She squared her shoulders in an effort to hold onto her disintegrating composure a moment longer. "you'll send me a final bill?"

"Let's call it even, Ms. Harris." He pushed out of his chair and stood, another first in her presence.

"You take care of yourself now."

Somehow she pivoted on her heel and walked out of his office. She didn't recall crossing the sidewalk or even getting into her car. Awareness of time and place didn't connect again until she was driving away, the pictures of her son spread across the passenger seat.

Meet the Author

DEBRA WEBB is the award winning, USA Today bestselling author of more than 130 novels, including reader favorites the Faces of Evil, the Colby Agency, and the Shades of Death series. With more than four million books sold in numerous languages and countries, Debra's love of storytelling goes back to her childhood on a farm in Alabama. Visit Debra at www.DebraWebb.com or write to her at PO Box 176, Madison, AL 35758.

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librachic More than 1 year ago
The first novel in the Equalizers series proves to be a great start! Desperation leads Willow to this special agency and disgraced ex-military soldier Spencer Anders.The moment could not be more perfect, Spencer needs a second chance, Willow needs a chance to hope, hope for her son's return from her estranged and dangerous husband.The romance was not so pronounced and it was focused more on recovering Ata and the building of a relationship but romantics need not fret as there are romantic and sexy moments! The bond between baby and mother was amazing and i loved Willow's strong traits.Mystery and heart-pounding action in the heat of the dessert.I love the mild twist in the book, really stepped things up!
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