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EXCERPT
I put on a burst of speed and kept my
eyes on the troublemaker who’d ruined what had been, up until ten minutes ago,
a tedious evening of guarding teenage girls at a school-sanctioned Welcome
Formal. Of course, when the girls you’re getting paid to protect are the
daughters of the wealthiest and most influential people in America, you can’t
afford to stop paying attention for even a minute lest you miss something.
Something like an intruder dressed in black trying to break in through a window
along an unused service corridor. Maybe it sounds weird, but I was actually
pretty grateful to get out of there and put my training to use. If not for the
man in black, my post at the school would have risked being the most boring
assignment of all time. I didn’t sign up to be a case officer for the CIA so I
could listen to girls whine about corsages and hair spray.
Without dress shoes slowing me down, my
long legs ate up the gap between me and the troublemaker in short order. By the
time I could hear his labored breathing and the staccato, panicked sounds he
made as he ran, I knew I had him. All I had to do was tackle, disarm, and
subdue him, and I’d be free to find out what the heck he was doing trying to
sneak into a high school formal. He wasn’t at that dance to make friends, and it
was my job to figure out who he’d targeted and why.
The darkest, farthest corner of the ill-lit
public parking lot materialized in the darkness ahead. It was empty but for
five cars scattered throughout the spaces. I didn’t have time to note their
makes and models because my quarry stopped up short, clutching his side as
though he had a stitch.
In retrospect, I should have realized it
was a trap. If I’d known who was dealing with at the time, I would have handled
it differently. Maybe I would have kept my distance. Maybe I would have run
away screaming, as fast as possible. What I definitely would not have done is try to tackle him.
Which, of course, is exactly what I did.
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