Book 2 Sneak-Peek

Rose was operating on only 4 hours of sleep. The last two days had been a marathon of stressful events and an emotional rollercoaster.  Her stalker of the last few months had kidnapped her brother, who was a CIA agent. She did verbal battle with his superiors to get a plan together to rescue him.  Her house was taken over by a bunch of government goons (actually, not their fault, they were following orders). She escaped by using a plan she and her brother had rehearsed and perfected. 

When she became part of the extraction mission to find and rescue her brother, she bonded with the members of the team of retired Navy SEALs who performed the rescue.  She ended up in the ER, after developing shock from thinking she had killed the love of her life. And now she was dressing to attend a debriefing of the whole affair, that was being held at her former office, and was currently CIA headquarters. Her life was a soap opera. And, as Rick would say, you can’t make this stuff up.

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It was beginning to get dark. If the men were planning on sitting there all night, they might doze off and Jon could move in and rescue the man. The only problem with that plan was, if the bound man thought it was one of those three carrying him off, he would probably make noise and try to fight Jon. Jon waited and prayed. He felt like this was meant to happen, part of his spirit quest. The eagle had appeared twice. He would rely on the Great Spirit to guide him. He wasn’t afraid for himself, only for the bound man. 

The men seemed to be nodding off, as Jon worked his way closer to the bound man. “Osi shilombish” Jon whispered into the night. The men didn’t stir, but the bound man moved a finger up and down. Jon came closer and said as quietly as he could, “Osi shilombish.” Jon carefully picked the man up, put him over his shoulder, and ran as close to the ground as he could into the night. 

Jon kept moving cross country until he got to the river. He laid the man down carefully and then he squatted down, waited and listened. He heard nothing, so he removed the pillowcase from the man’s head. It was The Grandfather. Jon quickly cut the bindings and helped The Grandfather to sit. He spoke close to The Grandfather’s ear. “Are you hurt?”