Siren in the Wind - book one of the MIT2 series

Siren in the Wind - book one of the MIT2 series

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Is she luring him to destruction or his lighthouse in the storm? She's hiding... Abigail Evans spent a lifetime outrunning her turbulent past. Her ordered existence keeps her hidden, knowing interference could ruin her plans for retribution. However, nothing can stop the dark winds of the past, from sweeping through her future. He's hunting... Mobile Intelligence Team Leader Erik (Max) Andersen is searching for a suicide bomber, and Abigail Evans is his prime target. He'll do whatever it takes to win her trust. 
But Max knows that the truth is rarely straightforward. Soon, it becomes clear that Abigail is hiding a barrage of secrets. Secrets that lead to a powerful enemy, who’ll do anything to see her dead. As a Tier One Operator, Max’s skills are put to the test as he races across Southern Africa to save everything he cherishes most.

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47 Chapters
Prologue
  New York. Three Years Ago. Liberation was a few steps away. Today they’d finally be free. Sharon watched the shoppers spill out from jammed escalators. Long wait times fueled the oppressive atmosphere in the mall. Black Friday posters scattered throughout the pandemonium added to the frenzy. Arisha tugged at Sharon’s jacket, staring up with solemn eyes. “We need to find a seat, Mamma.” She ran a hand through her daughter’s thick black hair. Sharon despised her own wispy blonde hair and always kept it trimmed in a neat bob. Reaching down, she picked up their two small suitcases, nudging Arisha forward. “Then find us one.” The packed food court gave them few options. A man and woman situated nearest the terrace railing cleared their table and Arisha ran up and waited. The lady smiled. Her little girl captivated people, with her mother’s delicate features and her father’s Iranian ancestry. Sharon stepped up, and t
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Chapter One
 Johannesburg. South Africa.Present day. Abby lowered herself into the water, welcoming the fluid embrace. Adjusting her goggles and tugging the back of her swimming cap down, she pushed off. God, she loved this, therapy for the soul. Soon she’d be warmed up enough to slide into an effortless rhythm and then the meditation would begin. The distant noises of the gym were drowned out by even breathing and the water sliding smoothly over her skin.Lap one. The tension rippling through Abby’s body craved release, and she pushed harder, cutting through the water with efficient strokes. Laps flew by as muscles burned. Quiet was how she liked it, and even though the rest of the lanes were empty, it was one of those days where it was impossible to unplug.Abby avoided peak times at the gym—early mornings or late evenings—especially during the week with screaming kids or swimmers jostling for la
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Chapter Two
Johnny and Donnie left to trail Evans to her rendezvous with Muller. Once Abigail Evans stepped out, Max snapped up the opportunity to switch out a microphone in her bedroom that had fuzzy sound quality. Max slipped through Evans’s gate into the immaculate garden. Delicate paving ran along the neat flower beds. Rose bushes lined the wall. He’d watched her many times fussing around among her plants. The result was charming. Her dark porch made breaking in easier. It was late, and he was also glad she’d drawn the curtains before she left. Nothing like a nosy neighbor spotting him through the windows once he was inside. South Africa posed more challenges when it came to breaking and entering, so Donnie had acquired a copy of her keys from her bag in the gym locker. In Johannesburg, windows as an entry point were ruled out due to the hefty security bars crisscrossing them. Max clicked open the door mechanism before opening her sliding security gate. The smell of
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Chapter Three
The following afternoon, Abby pulled into the strip mall and chose to park on the periphery of the frantic lot. Although there was a spring chill in the air, the late afternoon was pleasant. Due to the warmer weather, people spilled out of crowded cafés onto the pavements, La Coraggio was the busiest of the bunch. The Italian community loved the place, and the result was a boisterous, laid-back atmosphere with incredible cuisine. Honestly, she loved it too. Abby had an Italian grandmother, vague memories of a warm, loud lady enveloping her in happy hugs. Although her grandmother passed away when Abby was four, she felt a sharp pull towards her Italian roots. Abby was told growing up that she was the spitting image of Granny Lucy.Lucy had been married to Grandpa Noah for twenty-four years when she’d died suddenly of a heart attack. Abby’s father, Jimmy—their only child—turned in an extreme way to religion. A couple of years later, frustrated wit
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Chapter Four
Where the hell had she parked? Max made his way through two rows of vehicles before shoving in his comms.“Where’s Evans?”Donnie’s voice barked in his ear. “It’s a clusterfuck, someone’s just jumped her.”Max stilled. “Where?”“Back of the lot. North side. Should I break cover?”Max took off. “Negative. I’m closer. Be ready in case I need you!”He moved soundlessly, spotting the distant figures. Was the son of a bitch her contact?“Are they having a meeting?” Max barked.“Not unless the agenda includes sexual assault and bashing her head in.”Anger gushed. The asshole was dead. Could she have parked any farther away?The bastard dragged Evans up by the hair, and all hell broke loose. Max choked on impotent rage, pushing his limits in a full-out sprint. They were gonna watch Evans die. Her attacker ram
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Chapter Five
The noon sun filtering through the shades caused Abby to stir. Bruised muscles made rolling out of bed an ordeal; the head wound was tight and sore. Carefully covering it with a shower cap, Abby jumped into the hot spray. The steaming water helped a little, but it still took time to pull on a loose black T-shirt and a pair of grey leggings.One brewed cup of coffee later, and Abby was sitting on the front patio, warming herself in the pale sunlight. The soft breeze and chirping birds calmed her rolling anxiety. She wasn’t ready to analyze what happened, who the masked man was. All she could handle at that moment was the creamy cup of caffeine and the simple sounds of nature.She ignored the desperate need to phone the one person that mattered most, just to hear his beautiful voice. Her brain kept poking her—just use a burner phone—it’ll be a quick phone call, a minute tops. There’s no danger; no one will know. Abby knew better; sh
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Chapter Six
A battered taxi blared its horn as it forced its way in front of them, ignoring the rules of the road and veering over the pavement in the process. Anton Vorster slammed on the brakes.“Shee-it!” Johnny white-knuckled the door handle in protest. TIA, buddy, this is Africa. Hell, this wasn’t just Africa. They were heading into Hillbrow, an inner-city neighborhood of Johannesburg riddled with gang activity. Hillbrow was known for high levels of population density, unemployment, poverty, and crime. Max glanced out the back window of the Jetta. It was a Saturday afternoon, and activity littered the streets. Gangs of men huddled on street corners, arrogantly watching over the scurrying locals. Anton pulled up at a light. Street vendors and beggars tapped at the windows, jostling for their attention. “Fok off!” Anton yelled, waving an aggressive window washer away. Anton was a neutral contact who would get them in Mandla Nkosi’s d
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Chapter Seven
It was a casual date, and casual was the keyword. Abby messaged Max, telling him that she only had time to grab a quick bite. Grocery shopping was on her list for the day, aside from the design work needing her attention.Abby refused to do the candles and roses thing with Max or any other man for that matter. Casual was her new favorite word. Casual dates, casual necking on the sofa, casual sex, especially when it came to a man as intense as Max. Hell, one more glance from those laser eyes and she’d climb all over that rock-hard body.Casual dating had never been Abby’s thing, and that was why she was staring at the third outfit she’d tried on in the space of five minutes. Her new neon-orange-and-white Nike sneakers were paired with dark blue jeans and a white Taylor Swift 1989 T-Shirt. The soft, worn T-shirt was one of her favorites, her lacy white bra subtly peeked through the thin white material, giving a hint of girl-next-door n
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Chapter Seven - part two
It didn’t bother Max that she’d raised her walls up at his last question; that fitted with her profile. What didn’t fit was Abby opening up about her relationship with her family. The file they had on Abigail Evans never included details of abuse. From the intel they’d gathered, Max profiled a teenage Abby as a rebellious pastor’s daughter, leaving the restrictive nest and thumbing her nose at her small-town missionary parents. When questioning the Idaho community, they’d called her parents “saints.” Saying what do-gooders they were. How sad they were when Abby had left the protection of their church and the light of God. Some of the intel hinted that The Unity of Light had worrying cultish quirks, but overall the followers kept to themselves and stayed out of trouble.
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Chapter Eight
After unlocking the sliding door, Abby turned to Max who fiddled with the ornery latch on her front gate. It was rusty and needed oiling. “I can fix this for you,” Max called out. “Do you have any aerosol oil?” “Nope, I can buy some tomorrow.” “Leave it to me. I’ll grab you some.” He jiggled the latch back and forth. Her hands slipped into the deep pockets of his jacket, male scent surrounding her. Was she really doing this dating thing? Butterflies fluttered when she thought of him coming in for a coffee. Forget coffee, she wanted to shove him up against the wall and…wait. Abby’s fingers closed around a small metal disc, which she pulled out to examine. A weird round battery thing with a built-in speaker. Where had she seen that before? Abby racked her brains. At Lizzy’s home, a few months before, they’d watched an episode of “Dates from Hell.” It showcased a stalker who’d placed something very similar in his victim’s apartment. Abby’s heart somersau
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