Click on image to enlarge.

	Regular				Club
You Pay:	$6.99				$5.94

eBook Category: Suspense/Thriller
eBook Description: Mac thought he'd seen evil in all its human forms. A former Company man, he'd witnessed mass murder and systematic torture, and he'd meted out justice to the perpetrators whenever he could. Now, living the idyllic life of a Boca Raton beach bum, he figured that was all behind him--until his housekeeper's granddaughter is kidnapped. Mac is plunged into a conspiracy born in hell that involves by an exiled Central American dictator, the Company and fifty innocent children.

eBook Publisher: Zumaya Publications, Published: 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2006

1 Reader Ratings:

Great	Good	OK	Poor

Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [175 KB] , ePub (EPUB) [237 KB] , Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [145 KB] , Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.1 MB] , Palm Doc (PDB) [160 KB] , Microsoft Reader (LIT) [195 KB] , Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [203 KB] , hiebook (KML) [419 KB] , Sony Reader (LRF) [307 KB] , iSilo (PDB) [132 KB] , Mobipocket (PRC) [166 KB] , Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [239 KB] , OEBFF Format (IMP) [214 KB]
Words: 48087
Reading time: 137-192 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 9781554102914; 155410291X

He glanced over at Stormy, who sat silently beside him, grim-faced and motionless, except for the tattoos jumping on her lean, muscular arms whenever she moved. He wished there was something he could say to comfort her, but it would most likely be a lie.

Just as he spotted the vehicles crouched around a raw, empty place in a nearby field, he saw her left bicep bunch. Her arms might have been scrawny; but that muscle stood out in stark relief, easily as big as an orange. Which was huge for a woman of her small proportions. On that bicep he saw a skull with a hypodermic rammed through its temple, grinning up at him, blood dripping on both sides.

"Is that it?" she asked, her voice quivering, stretching her arm, the skull vanishing as she pointed.

"Think so." Mac pulled off the track and tucked the Jeep behind a stand of trees.

It became truly night as the sun dipped below the horizon. When he shut off the engine sounds of crickets and frogs and other nocturnal creatures seeking one another exploded into his ears. He was momentarily confused, disoriented, as he flashed back on other landings--also perilous, but on more distant shores.

He shook off the images as Stormy started to get out. He put a hand on that skull-decorated bicep. But he did it gently.

"Maybe you'd better wait here, Stormy. Cops can get touchy about crime scenes, you know?"

He braced for an outburst, but she reacted as he'd hoped. She was oddly subdued as she turned to him.

"Oh, God, Mack. What if it's Leslie?"