Covert Justice
AGENT UNDERCOVERWhen a woman drags Blake Harrison out of his wrecked car, he knows the mysterious stranger has saved his life. But more shocking than the hit-and-run is the news that a crime cartel has infiltrated his factory. There's a fortune to be made by tampering with the factory's products…but only if Blake is out of the way. Undercover FBI agent Heidi Zimmerman has two goals—catch the criminals in the act, and keep Blake alive. Falling for the single dad and his adorable daughter isn't in the plan. But everything changes when an abduction leaves Heidi face-to-face with a killer, revealing the danger that's been hiding in plain sight all along…
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AGENT UNDERCOVER
When a woman drags Blake Harrison out of his wrecked car, he knows the mysterious stranger has saved his life. But more shocking than the hit-and-run is the news that a crime cartel has infiltrated his factory. Thereâs a fortune to be made by tampering with the factoryâs productsâ¦but only if Blake is out of the way. Undercover FBI agent Heidi Zimmerman has two goalsâcatch the criminals in the act, and keep Blake alive. Falling for the single dad and his adorable daughter isnât in the plan. But everything changes when an abduction leaves Heidi face-to-face with a killer, revealing the danger thatâs been hiding in plain sight all alongâ¦
Why didnât she answer?
Blake redialed Heidiâs phone again, and again it went to voice mail.
She and his daughter were probably headed back, so he decided to meet them. He didnât have much time left with Heidi; he wouldnât waste a minute. But when he reached the creek, they werenât there, and a vague unease settled in his gut. He quickened his pace through the forest toward his house.
âHeidi! Maggie!â
No reason to panic. Heidi knew this mountain as well as he did.
But the house was empty. So was her cabin. Now his breath came in gasps as he tried her phone again. He left a message. âHeidi, where are you? Call me.â
He ran down to the road, calling their names. But Heidi wouldnât allow Maggie to walk along the narrow road.
Blake rubbed his temples and tried to breathe. Tried to stop the thoughts from tumbling in his brain. Missing⦠Why?
Who?
His phone rang and his heart soared, then crashed when an unknown number lit up the screen. âYes?â
âHello, Blake,â a cold voice said.
âWho is this?â
âIâm the person who has what you love most in the world.â
LYNN HUGGINS BLACKBURN believes in the power of stories, especially those that remind us that true love exists, a gift from the Truest Love. Sheâs passionate about CrossFit, coffee and chocolate (donât make her choose) and experimenting with recipes that feed both body and soul. She lives in South Carolina with her true love, Brian, and their three children. You can follow her real-life happily-ever-after at lynnhugginsblackburn.com.
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
â2 Timothy 1:7
To Brian. This book wouldnât exist without your encouragement and support. Thank you for believing in me, evenâespeciallyâwhen I thought this dream would never come true. I love you more!
So many people to thank!
My Saviorâfor everything.
My childrenâEmma, James and Drewâfor making the real world a place I love to be.
My parents, Ken and Susan Hugginsâfor all those trips to the library, for encouraging my love of books and instilling in me the confidence to fly.
My sister, Jennifer Huggins Bayneâfor loving the first words of the first story and loving me even when writing makes me crazy.
My mother-in-law, Sandra Blackburnâfor your support and all those hours babysitting while I write.
Edie Melson and Vonda Skeltonâfor first welcoming me into the writing world.
Lissa Halls Johnsonâfor guiding me through the first version of this story.
The Light Brigadeâfor praying me through this amazing experience.
Lynette Easonâfor telling me my first chapter was too slow and then helping me fix it. Youâre an awesome mentor!
Tamela Hancock Murrayâfor believing in my writing.
Elizabeth Mazerâfor taking a chance on this story and this writer.
Contents
Acknowledgments
Blake Harrison pulled the hood of his jacket over his head and sprinted through the deluge. Nothing like a cold November downpour to cap off an exhausting week.
He slid into the seat of his BMW and pushed the hood away from his face. Dealing with multiple off-quality batches had kept him late every night this week.
If they didnât get a handle on their production issues soon, they ran a serious risk of missing shipments and losing customers. Losing customers meant losing jobs and Harrison Plastics International hadnât laid off an employee in sixty-three years. He didnât want to be the first Harrison in three generations to break faith with their employees. Their friends.
He shook off the gloominess. Theyâd had issues before and had overcome them without having to resort to personnel cuts. He had confidence in his engineering team. Theyâd get things working again. Heâd be able to relax after he had a decent meal, a story time with his little Maggie-moo and a full eight-hour visit with his pillow.
He pulled out of the HPI parking lot and began the half-mile drive to his home. The rain made it hard to see the lines on the pavement and he kept his speed low as he entered the sharp curve marking the halfway point to his driveway.
