013 - Stacey Kennedy-Takedown

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//-->The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal.Criminal copyright infringement (including infringement without monetary gain)is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison anda fine of $250,000.Please purchase only authorized electronic editions and do not participate in, orencourage, the electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of theauthor’s rights is appreciated.This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are theproducts of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance toactual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.TakedownCopyright©2011 by Stacey KennedyISBN: 978-1-61333-077-7Cover art by Fiona JaydeAll rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization ofthis work, in whole or in part, in any form by any electronic, mechanical or othermeans now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the writtenpermission of the publisher.Published by Decadent Publishing Company, LLCLook for us online at:www.decadentpublishing.comTakedownStacey KennedyA 1 Night Stand Story~DEDICATION~Big thanks to my editor, Valerie Mann, who has taught me so much aboutgrammar in such a short time.Also, I have to send some love to Katrina Whittaker and Taryn Kincaid whowon the contest to name my boys in this story.You ladies gave these men life!TakedownChapter OneWyatt stretched in the leather seat of his rented truck. A week of chasingKatrina Whittaker had brought nothing but dead ends. His team of U.S. Marshalswere strategically positioned at different hotspots in Turks and Caicos, yet thesearch resulted in them running in circles. She’d proven to be smart and didn’tstay in one place long.A murder in Houston, Texas resulted in a warrant for her arrest, and it wasWyatt’s job as Chief Deputy U.S. Marshal to bring Katrina home. Unfortunately,he couldn’t locate her. She had family in Turks and Caicos, and Wyatt’s team gotword she’d fled the day her warrant had been issued. Wyatt still tried tounderstand how she’d made it to the Caribbean island without her passport orthe ability to board an airplane, but he’d been in this game long enough to knowanything was possible.Releasing a long deep sigh, Wyatt ran his hand over his tired face. Katrina hadgotten under his skin and he couldn’t wait to slap handcuffs on her. Day andnight, they’d set up surveillance and staked out possible leads. The damn womanwasn’t anywhere to be found. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard.Teno’clock.Where had the day gone? He’d sat in this seat for well over twelve hours.His ass hurt, his legs tingled with pins and needles, and he needed sleep. Morethan ready for this to be over, he grabbed his cell phone from the cup holder andheld the button on the side to initiate a radio single. “Wyatt to Taryn.”“Whatcha got, Chief?” Taryn Kincaid, his right hand woman, responded.Always ready and eager for the hunt ahead, he’d promoted her to SupervisoryDeputy U.S. Marshal not long ago because of her exemplary work.“Jackshit,” he grumbled. “You?”“Nothing here either, Sir.”Wyatt scanned the area, the luxurious condominiums located on thebeachfront known to be Katrina’s grandmother’s house. Nothing stirred, except acat or two crossing the street on a hunt for dinner.1 [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]