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Torn Deep
Torn Deep
Torn Deep
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Susan Callahan’s life as an archaeologist who specialized in ancient history ticked along without diversion. When hired to consult on the authenticity of works of art she knew where housed in the Smithsonian her life took a dramatic turn. Kidnapped and tossed over the side of a boat to drown, Susan finds herself rescued by a woman named Zea. Because she lost her glasses during the kidnapping she can’t see the woman clearly but nevertheless feels drawn to her. After she returned to her safe existence, Susan fantasizes about her rescuer and longs to see her again and tell her how she feels. After five years of letters and messages that lead nowhere she still held the mysterious woman up as her dream lover. A chance encounter at a museum has Susan beginning to let Zea go and move on.

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Release dateSep 30, 2013
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    Torn Deep - JM Dragon

    TORN DEEP

    JM Dragon

    Torn Deep

    Affinity E-Book Press NZ LTD

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright JM Dragon 2007

    Smashwords Edition, License Notes

    This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return toSmashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    This is a work of fiction. Names, character, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

    Acknowledgements

    I would like to thank my editor Nat Burns for her invaluable expertise. Helen Hayes thank you for the help in the creation of a great book cover once again. Though this is not my most recent story line, however I consider this novella one of my favourites of the stories I have written in the past fifteen years.

    Dedication

    To my best friend, business partner, and co-writer Mel Much of what I do today would never have been possible without your friendship.

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    Table of Contents

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Chapter Eleven

    About the Author

    Chapter One

    A figure clothed in a black scuba suit with purple flashings and matching flippers emerged from the surf and unlatched the breathing gear. It landed with a faint thud on the rocky, volcanic beach.

    After the mask was removed, bright blue eyes observed the waves crashing against a magnificent boulder several meters from shore. White foam surged into the air before splashing against rocks in a spectacular show of water vying with earth for supremacy. The gaze then moved to watch the ethereal display of day to night, as darkness gradually pushed away daylight, the sun slipping out of view as the moon began to show itself on the horizon. The harvest moon greeted the watcher, creating a glow eclipsing the bright beacon of stars in the heavens, and setting a welcoming scene on a cold autumn evening.

    The figure gathered up scuba gear and walked with lithe ease up the beach and onto the boat ramp that led to the underbelly of the house that was literally carved into the hillside. Three garage doors appeared and a delicate hand unzipped a pocket on the wetsuit, retrieving a door opener, and seconds later one of the doors opened. Inside, the scuba gear was placed on one side of the wall where racks of the same type of gear resided. In the center of the area, a jet ski rested along with various forms of fishing tackle.

    Once the gear was stowed away, the figure moved to the back of the garage and opened an inner door. The wetsuit fell to the floor leaving her wearing a full body swimsuit that left little to the imagination. The woman’s well-maintained body strode out of that room and across to the bathroom where a shower awaited her.

    Ten minutes later, in shorts and a t-shirt, she toweled her short chestnut hair dry. Crossing the lobby, she took a short staircase up to the main house. She nodded in appreciation as the smell of freshly baked bread and a bubbling pot of chili welcomed her.

    She scanned the room and frowned.

    Angela, I told you before that if you needed anything from the cellar I’d get it for you. Her voice didn’t hold any real censure.

    We can’t have our meal without wine. Besides, now that you’ve fixed the hand rail, I don’t have a problem, Angela replied.

    Ok, have it your way. But remember the last time you had a fall— it was three hours before I returned and found you. Zea smiled at the older woman, who she knew considered her the daughter she’d never had.

    Point taken, Zea. Now you sit and I’ll serve dinner. Angela returned the fond smile.

    I just need to download.…

    Angela held up a hand in protest. No, you will not. That infernal computer can wait. You haven’t eaten since breakfast and that was hardly enough for a sparrow to live on.

    Zea raised her eyebrows at the chastisement, however, she meekly sat down at the dining table. I’m hungry, I have to admit and the chili smells divine. I’ll open the wine since you went to such lengths to retrieve it from the cellar.

    Michael Tomlinson stroked his diminutive beard as he stared at the report on his desk. How accurate is this?

    He glanced at the author.

    Very. I’d stake my reputation that the findings are as precise as one can be without the actual object in my hands.

    Michael eyed the confident woman for a few moments. I’m told you have a very good reputation. How much will it cost me for you to undertake the restoration?

    A melodic laugh greeted the man’s ears as Susan Callahan shook her head vigorously.

    I’m sorry. I think we have a misunderstanding. I only looked over the details you gave me because a friend asked as a favor. Besides, the curators of the.…

    I only use the best, Ms. Callahan. You’re the best. Michael tugged at his beard again and liked the feel of the coarse hair under his fingers. What will it take for you to undertake this assignment?

    He watched every move the woman made.

    I can’t be bought, Mr. Tomlinson. Are you an agent for the...?

    Thank you for your time, Ms. Callahan. Send my secretary your bill.

    He wasn’t interested in her anymore.

    No problem. Ms. Callahan picked up her valise and headed for the door.

    Michael waited until the woman closed the door before he made a call. Donald, I need you to do a delicate job for me.

    Susan felt the breeze of a cold, fresh autumn morning whistle past her ears and sting her cheeks as she rode her bicycle as hard as she could down the familiar territory of Dakar’s Park. It was her only exercise in what would be another packed week of evaluation meetings with possible clients. As she freewheeled down the slight incline to the gates to leave the area, she mused over her conversation with Michael Tomlinson the previous day.

    God damn him…he never let me finish a sentence…how rude! Anyway, how can he offer me a contract on a piece he doesn’t own? The Smithsonian owns it and they have their own people.

    What is it about people with money? Not everyone has a price. Hasn’t he learned that by now? Then again, if the right incentive were offered, most would take it. I’m glad I didn’t. I think it has shady undercurrents. I’ll have to call Guy at the Smithsonian and find out if Tomlinson works for him.

    The bike glided through the gates and Susan steered away from a woman pushing a buggy with a loudly crying baby.

    Well, he can certainly keep that scenario…I’m glad it isn’t on my horizon.

    The screaming child became louder and made her grimace.

    The Tomlinson meeting resembled something out of an old thirties black and white movie.

    I’m sure there are others who can help him if it is legit, she thought. Even if it isn’t. Yep, that’s even more reason to call Guy.

    With negligent ease, she moved from the pavement to the road and checked for a gap in traffic before riding into the steady stream of vehicles. Five minutes later, she saw her condominium and thought about taking a quick shower before heading out for a meeting about a possible

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