Clandestine Rendezvous

A missing inmate. There's something about the inmate that has raised red flags within several clandestine branches of government, and has drawn  the attention of two assassins to him. Caught between government agents and assassins, an investigative reporter can't help but wonder, why all the attention to a missing inmate?

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Clandestine Rendezvous

A missing inmate. There's something about the inmate that has raised red flags within several clandestine branches of government, and has drawn  the attention of two assassins to him. Caught between government agents and assassins, an investigative reporter can't help but wonder, why all the attention to a missing inmate?

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Clandestine Rendezvous

Clandestine Rendezvous

by Joel Goulet
Clandestine Rendezvous

Clandestine Rendezvous

by Joel Goulet

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Overview

A missing inmate. There's something about the inmate that has raised red flags within several clandestine branches of government, and has drawn  the attention of two assassins to him. Caught between government agents and assassins, an investigative reporter can't help but wonder, why all the attention to a missing inmate?


Product Details

BN ID: 2940167305663
Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc.
Publication date: 07/26/2023
Sold by: Draft2Digital
Format: eBook
File size: 378 KB

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Paul slipped the trunk key into the lock. Luckily, that very instant I noticed a thread-thin wire, which ran from the trunk lid down over the bumper and disappeared under the rear of the car. I grabbed Paul's hand before he could turn the key.

"Trip wire," I blurted out.

Paul followed the wire with his eyes. He bent over, following the wire under the car. We found ourselves on our knees, peering under the car.

There it was, a small assortment of electronics and three sticks of dynamite, "I think it's safe to say someone doesn't want you around," Paul said.

"Us," I corrected.

We heard the resonant squeal of tires nearby. A car slid around the end of a row of parked cars and came charging down the lane in our direction. Something was pointed out the passenger side window. It didn't take long to realize it was a gun barrel.

We dove for cover, leaping over a concrete knee-wall, which separated the parking rows. I landed on the hood of a Lincoln, my eyes meeting those of a startled woman behind the steering wheel of the car.

Bursts of gunfire.

The sounds of bullets ricocheting off concrete and steel, zinging past us.

Suddenly, a bullet must have struck the dynamite. A thundering explosion roared through the parking ramp as the police sedan disintegrated, showering the area with metal shrapnel and flame. A fireball mushroomed against the ceiling above us. Alarm bells sounded and the sprinkler system burst to life.

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