Whistleblower

He emerged from the mist . . .

. . right in front of Cathy Weaver's car, running from would—be killers who were rapidly closing in. One look at his fog—shrouded form told Cathy this sexy stranger needed her help.

Victor’'s story sounded like the raving of a man at the brink of madness, but his status as a hunted man was supported by the haunted look in his eyes—and the bullet hole in his shoulder. As each hour brought pursuers ever closer, Cathy was powerless to resist this desperate man.

His ...