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Название: Deadly Past

Автор: Kris Rafferty

Издательство: Ingram

Жанр: Короткие любовные романы

Серия: Secret Agents

isbn: 9781516108152

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      Cold, hard facts are what make or break a case for the FBI. But when there’s evidence that one of their own has been turned, there’s more on the line than the truth. There are personal bonds that can be stretched to the limit…

      After blacking out, a discharged weapon and hazy memories put FBI profiler Cynthia Deming at the scene of a crime: the execution of six federal witnesses against the mob. The one and only person she can turn to for help is her best friend, Boston forensic pathologist Charlie Foulkes. It’s a relationship that no one on her team knows about—and it’s about to be tested by danger and desire…

      Charlie knows that Cynthia is no killer. But as they embark on a shadow investigation to clear her name, evidence surfaces implicating him. With the conviction of a mob boss hanging in the balance, they’ll have to uncover who’s framing them to take the fall, and what lines they’re willing to cross—in their professional and personal lives—to prove that nothing will tear them apart.

      Books by Kris Rafferty

      Secret Agents Series:

      CAUGHT BY YOU

      CATCH A KILLER

      DEADLY PAST

      Table of Contents

      Cover Copy

      Books by Kris Rafferty

      Dedication

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Epilogue

      Teaser Chapter

      About the Author

      Deadly Past

      Secret Agents Series

      Kris Rafferty

      LYRICAL PRESS

      Kensington Publishing Corp.

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      Copyright © 2018 by Kris Rafferty

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      First Electronic Edition: December 2018

      eISBN-13: 978-1-5161-0815-2

      eISBN-10: 1-5161-0815-9

      First Print Edition: December 2018

      ISBN-13: 978-1-5161-0818-3

      ISBN-10: 1-5161-0818-3

      Printed in the United States of America

      Dedication

      For my smart, handsome, funny father. I love you, Dad.

      Chapter One

      Searing pain had Special Agent Cynthia Deming’s blue eyes opened and wide as she bolted upright in bed, her blond hair draped over half her face. Heart racing, vision blurred, she threw her legs over the mattress’s edge, suffering nausea and a headache that left her gasping. She touched the back of her head and felt matted, sticky hair around a clotted cut. When her vision cleared, she studied the resultant blood smears on her manicured fingertips, on her expensive gray pantsuit, on the worn and ugly bedspread.

      Wait. Not her bed, or her bedroom.

      “Well, this can’t be good.” Her voice came out raspy. What the hell happened last night? Fully dressed, injured, in a stranger’s bed? This was an unwelcome first.

      The stale air did seem familiar, however, as did the brown drapes pulled closed over windows. The bedroom was innocuous, its furnishings dated and worn. Maybe a cheap motel? Bare beige walls, fragrance of carpet cleaner, and a television against the wall did hint at a rented room, but there was no desk, phone, or tiny refrigerator—things that would indicate a motel.

      She struggled to her feet, swayed, and felt dizzy. A heavy object fell to the floor. A gun. Cynthia’s hand palmed her hip holster and found it empty. No small beans. She didn’t remember removing it from her holster. Definitely not good. Cynthia retrieved it from the floor too quickly, inviting more nausea and spiking head pain, forcing her to sit again as panic teased the edges of her composure.

      She couldn’t remember. Not how she’d arrived here, or even where here was.

      Pulling back the gun’s slide, she noted the bullet chambered, checked the magazine, counted rounds, and found six missing. A sniff told her it had been discharged recently.

      “Well, shit.” Bad news was piling up, and it was beginning to feel personal.

      Cynthia struggled to her feet. She had to take a moment to find СКАЧАТЬ