Federal Agent Under Fire
She fought for her life – but the terror continues.FBI agent Blake Garrett is trying to track a serial killer and now the madman has attacked Marissa Lane. She escaped with her life…but is still in danger. Blake is torn between a need find the killer and protect the woman he can’t possibly keep!
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Sheâd fought for her life
but the terror continues.
For five years FBI agent Blake Garrett has fixated on a serial-killer case. Now the madman has attacked Marissa Lane. She escaped with her life...and some clues that could help Blake. Yet she is still the object of the killerâs obsession. And Blake is torn between the unquenching need to catch his prey and a deep desire to protect the woman he canât possibly keep.
JULIE ANNE LINDSEY is a multi-genre author who writes the stories that keep her up at night. Sheâs a self-proclaimed nerd with a penchant for words and proclivity for fun. Julie lives in rural Ohio with her husband and three small children. Today, she hopes to make someone smile. One day she plans to change the world. Julie is a member of the International Thriller Writers (ITW) and Sisters in Crime (SinC). Learn more about Julie Anne Lindsey at www.julieannelindsey.com.
ISBN: 978-1-474-07875-7
FEDERAL AGENT UNDER FIRE
© 2018 Julie Anne Lindsey
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
Marissa Lane knew something was wrong the minute she saw him. In the six months since sheâd started her predawn ritual, sheâd rarely seen anyone in the national park before sunup, save the occasional ranger, but there were no rangers today. Only him. A man nearly engulfed in shadows at the lookout where she watched the sunrise three days a week.
She slowed her pace before reaching the low wooden fence that separated hikers from a sharp plummet into fog-laced evergreens, angling her body to keep the man in her sights. Everything about the moment set her intuition on edge, but she forced the shaky feeling away. Sheâd met plenty of fellow hikers over the years, and theyâd all been kind. Kindred spirits. Glad to be outdoors. It was the hour that threw her. Sheâd started to think of herself as the only one in town who enjoyed a good sunrise.
The rocky eastern face of the parkâs tallest mountain was the best place in Cade County to watch a sunrise, maybe the best in Kentucky. Marissa had yet to find a better one, though it was her job to try, and she did four mornings a week. Normally, sheâd have finished her water and enjoyed her apple before walking back to her ride, parked nearly five miles down the trail, but today every cell in her body said that whatever had brought this man into her path wasnât good, and she didnât want any part of it.
âMorninâ.â His voice was low and gravelly. The hood of his jacket was up, working in collaboration with the shadows to shield his face.
Marissa lifted her chin in acknowledgement. She moved her tired body another step away, feigning interest in the view closest to the trail. Heâd probably come there to think and was feeling as intruded upon as she was. Courtesy said she should be on her way. Greedily, she dawdled for one more breathtaking look.
