Breakwater (Cold Ridge/U.S. Marshals Book 5)
Carla Neggers
Language: English
Pages: 376
ISBN: B00903197Q
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
An idyllic cottage. An unlikely suicide. A conspiracy that could blow the lid off the Department of Justice.
Three months ago Quinn Harlowe left the high-pressure hallways of the Justice Department to become an independent consultant and have more control over her life—maybe even have a life. But the nirvana of her new gig is short-lived when Quinn discovers her friend and former colleague Alicia Morrow dead outside Quinn's bayside cottage. Suicide? Quinn is doubtful.
Investigating on her own, she soon discovers that someone is following her every move. Huck McCabe claims he's a bodyguard at Breakwater, a high-security compound near Quinn's cottage. But Quinn suspects he's lying, never imagining the truth: McCabe is an undercover agent trying to penetrate a violent network of vigilantes—the same people Quinn has identified. Joined by a common goal, Quinn and McCabe must fight the bastion of law and order…a fight they know could lead to disaster.
to chatter and knew it was the cold. But she couldn’t seem to stop herself. “Gone are the days when you just needed a couple of scary-looking guys in black suits.” Sharon stepped forward. “Miss Harlowe—” “Quinn’s fine.” Crawford held up a hand, apparently guessing that his Breakwater CEO was losing patience. He smiled. “Scary-looking guys never hurt.” Quinn refused to look at Huck, who was tight-jawed, not moving from his spot. She kept her attention on the boss, the owner of the hundred-acre
yahoo out for the afternoon. He wasn’t that lucky. Nope. His kayaker had to be Quinn Harlowe, an expert in transnational crime who had recently worked for the Justice Department and the best friend of Breakwater Security’s owner. For all Huck knew, she was more familiar with his psycho vigilantes and how they operated than he was. Whose side was she on? If a vigilante mercenary ring was using Breakwater Security as a front for smuggling weapons and training a private army—helping murderers
They were, she realized, a strong recommendation—go to Fredericksburg in the morning. Skip the Breakwater open house. Leave the Riccardis—and everything else—to him. “Don’t worry about me.” Quinn gave him an irreverent smile. “Have fun parking cars.” Alone in her cottage, Quinn knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep and set up her laptop and notes on the kitchen table. When she caught her reflection in the window, she winced and quickly pulled the curtains, remembering, with a jolt, how Alicia had
cover they needed. Did Oliver Crawford know? Shaken, Quinn closed all the files on her laptop and shut it down. Now, at least, she knew what Huck Boone/McCabe and Diego Clemente were doing in Yorkville, Virginia. They were chasing a particularly violent, lawless, ideological bunch of vigilantes. A stiff Joe Riccardi was out on the front porch when Huck returned. Without a word, Joe took his wife into the house. Sharon, too, was silent. Huck turned to start back down the steps but the door
route—Diego must have seen her in her kayak, at the buoy, and realized she’d found something. Steve’s eyes widened. “What?” Brazenly standing between the men, Quinn knew she couldn’t stand there and let Travis Lubec shoot even a coward like Steve Eisenhardt in cold blood. “How do you think Sharon Riccardi found the thugs to snatch Crawford off his boat in December?” Quinn asked. Lubec stared at her. “What are you talking about?” “I know—you must be confused. You weren’t in the loop. I helped