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Mann in the Crossfire by R Weir
Synopsis:
Is this the end for PI Jarvis Mann?
A surprising murder of an associate
Sends Jarvis on a trip to San Diego to investigate
A trail of clues direct him to a gang member who wants him eliminated
While a local detective agency is hot on his tail with nefarious plans of their own
Battered and beaten, Jarvis battles to forge on, tracking the evidence
Directing him to a dangerous discovery that he may not be able to fight his way out of
Desperate for backup, with nowhere else to turn
He enlists lethal foes to render essential aid
Will these illicit associations spell the end of his career and possibly his life…
For Jarvis is truly a Mann in the Crossfire.
Excerpt:
After hanging up, I found Emily was nearby, at Newport Center, which was just on the other side of the Newport Beach Country Club her complex was next to.
I pulled on out and found the shopping and business complex easily enough. Tracking took me straight to where Nordstrom’s was, the building huge, at two stories high, the structure taking up several blocks. It would be a challenge to find her in there, but I’d do my best.
Walking in through the main entrance of tall curved glass, I quickly found someone to ask where the women’s clothing section was. She pointed me in the right direction and I headed that way, past all the perfume which made my nose itch. Finding the women’s section wasn’t difficult, because it was huge, with racks upon racks of dresses, slacks, blouses, both for casual and business, covering all styles and colors you could imagine. And at prices which would quickly eat up your credit limit.
I was scanning for faces hoping to see her. It had been a few years, but she couldn’t have changed too much, unless she had colored her hair. I looked around, when I saw a flash of a familiar body in the distance, heading for the exit. Being far enough back to lose her, I started running, trying to close the distance.
Then, before I had time to react, she looked over her shoulder and saw me, then ran herself. She was in tennis shoes, and moved well, always one to be in shape. She made it to the exit, as I got caught up in foot-traffic and fell behind, cursing to myself for I was afraid I’d lose her.
After shoving my way through the crowd, a few curse words thrown my way, I finally made it outside. I stood, panting, looking forward, left and right, but not seeing her. There were bushes and palm trees on both sides, with an eating area, complete with tables and umbrellas. There were a couple people there, but they weren’t her.
Disappointed that I had been so close, I headed for the parking lot, scanning for any sign of her. As I passed a couple of cars, I heard a noise behind me and suddenly she was there, holding a gun to my head, the barrel pressing into my skull.
“Don’t move or I’ll shoot you!” she said forcefully. “Tell me why you’re following me, or I’ll blow your head off!”
She didn’t have to tell me twice, I knew she was capable.
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