Power Play (An FBI Thriller)
Catherine Coulter
Language: English
Pages: 464
ISBN: 0515155438
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
An FBI Thriller from New York Times bestselling author Catherine Coulter...
Natalie Black, the U.S. ambassador to the United Kingdom, has returned to Washington with her job—and her life—in jeopardy. Everyone chalks up Black’s claims of attempts on her life as a ploy for sympathy after the death of her fiancé…everyone but FBI Special Agent Davis Sullivan.
Meanwhile, a cunning psychopath has escaped an Atlanta mental hospital and is out for revenge against the FBI, primarily Lacey Sherlock, whom his dying mother begged him to kill after Sherlock and Dillon Savich brought down her cult. The clock is ticking as the danger intensifies for both Black and Sherlock…
about a criminal matter.” Arliss Abbott felt a surge of impatience when the door opened with no warning and without her permission. When she saw Agent Savich, her impatience morphed into rage and a dollop of fear she refused to acknowledge. She saw Eric Hainny, and stilled. He looked grimmer than he’d been when the president seemed to be losing Florida in the last election. Her heart kettle-drummed in her chest when she saw Natalie and Perry, as well as Davis Sullivan and Savich’s wife, Agent
in the face. Boy, did that feel good. I left him last week, and would you look, he did mean it, he tried to kill me.” Her voice was rising—not good. Sherlock rubbed her arms, said over and over, “No, Lou didn’t do this. Lou didn’t try to kill you. The man on the motorcycle, he was shooting at me.” “If you weren’t here right at this minute, right at this spot—” Her breath hitched and she grew perfectly still. Sherlock tried again. “Listen to me now, Mrs.—” “Glory, my name is Glory Cudlow, and
running in Buckner Park last Saturday. It was her decision not to tell you.” “But you just did.” “I think it’s important you know what’s going on here. But listen, Perry, it’s critical you not tell anyone else about this, though, not even Day Abbott. I’ll speak to your mother and she’ll explain it all to you, even about what happened on the way here tonight.” She grabbed his arm. “What happened?” “Your mother will explain. Personally, I think the more people who know, the better. You’re
intentional.” Davis said, “To murder his own father—and if William Charles did kill his father, why would he try to shift the blame to Mrs. Black? Don’t jihadists pride themselves on taking credit? And then he attacked her as well?” Nicholas paused for a moment, threading a pen between his fingers. “I really can’t see it myself, even though the times I saw Billy when we were both teenagers—and self-absorbed as only teenagers can be—I could tell he was troubled, at odds with his family, scorned
his gunshot wound by applying a pressure dressing, as good a job as a medic could have done in the field. He was at the end of his rope, though, and smart enough to realize he could die if he didn’t get medical help. “I’ll tell you, while I worked on him, I kept hoping he’d pass out, but as I told Agent Carver, he looked like ex–hardline military, a Green Beret or a Ranger or something. He was fit and tough, and he dragged his left leg, probably from a war wound. Everything I did seemed quite