Second Chances
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First of Jules
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Buck meets Charlotte
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Love Prevails
His smile radiated across the room and knocked me from my stupor. I sensed a man at peace with himself as he held court with a group of men in…
Close Encounters
All eyes turned, followed by gasps, as the lithe blonde woman in the figure-hugging leather body suit passed through the revolving door of the Western Union office. She zeroed in…
I want a Jameson
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The Trinity
My hands and face bore the marks of my trade. I’m homeless and trying to clean the stink of the street, off my body. Water cascaded down my chest, as…
They Call Me Trouble
Ilived a good life, and this is my story— believing is seeing, the bridge is real. I’m pushing one-hundred in dog years, and the tolls of living off the street…
A Gift of Love
Valentine’s Day was two days away, and four days had passed since Liz had last seen or spoken to Hank—the love of her life. He had left for work and…
The Cipher
It’s that time again. A terrorist group was messing with my universe, and order must be restored on earth—someone needed to die. I was placing my ducks in order—including my…
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CHAPTER ONE
Gunther
Aspen Mountain, Aspen, Colorado
Wednesday 8 April
A perverse crack rang out, interrupting the rhythmic cadence of his finely tuned skis as he carved through the virgin soft powder on Northstar. There was no mistaking the sound of the second crack—Gunther Baader had heard it many times before while shooting with Jules at the gun range.
A nanosecond later, a bullet ricocheted off his left ski boot—
He caught an edge, and tumbled three times before he cleared both skis and regained purchase with the calf-high powder. Gunther dropped into a downhill tuck and veered toward Gentleman’s Ridge. With complete confidence, he stole a glance over his right shoulder; two skiers were gaining on him—one was holding the unmistakable assault rifle.
Barreling down Gentleman’s Ridge, he saw the posted signs for Jackpot to the left and the tree infested Bingo Glades to the right—both were double diamonds. He chose the trees and carved toward the ridgeline where Out of Bounds signs—better known as OB—were posted at every available exit.
How the hell did I get sucked into this nightmare?
Impossible—
Damn—twenty minutes ago, I was skiing with the president and two of the best snipers on earth.
Now—
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