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    Mockingbird: The FBI Special Agent Benson Cases
    Mockingbird: The FBI Special Agent Benson Cases
    Mockingbird: The FBI Special Agent Benson Cases
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    Mockingbird: The FBI Special Agent Benson Cases

    By Ruby Binns-Cagney

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    From the Author of "Pandora's Box'' comes a new thriller for FBI Special Agent Benson.

    Two people are dead and it’s not even breakfast time.


    Tick tock, Special Agent.


    Janelle Morton is executed brutally, her body dismembered, only able to be identified by her dental records.


    For FBI Special Agent Nick Benson, the challenge is to stop the murders but he can’t handle it all by himself. 


    Not this time. The stakes are too high.


    Stanley Tulloch’s wife Maria and their son Joe are held hostage until Nick surrenders the stolen merchandise.


    The villain in the piece is Jarod Nicholson; a man who steals to order for the nation’s bio-tech industry giants. 


    Only this time, Jarod's coming up short.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRuby Binns-Cagney
    Release dateJun 13, 2017
    ISBN9781386641230
    Mockingbird: The FBI Special Agent Benson Cases
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    Ruby Binns-Cagney

    Keep in touch - sign up for new releases and save on publication day:http://books2read.com/author/ruby-binns-cagney/subscribe/1/41373/Ruby Binns-Cagney is a successful independently published Author who writes women's fiction (chick-lit) and American-based crime thrillers.Ruby's 'Detective Macaulay' crime series has a following on Twitter https://www.twitter.com/detmacaulay (@DetMacaulay)Ruby has a website and blog - read more details of her publishing services.Through her publishing company - BinnsCagneyPublishing Co - Ruby empowers others to become self-published Authors, and her Team also mentor new Authors.Free Marketing Help Signup:http://eepurl.com/3IsJPAdd her to your Google+ Circles https://plus.google.com/+RubyBinnsCagney/postsPlease visit her website:http://author-tales-of-self-publishing-books.blogspot.co.uk

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      Mockingbird - Ruby Binns-Cagney

      MOCKINGBIRD

      The FBI Special Agent Benson Cases

      Ruby Binns-Cagney

      Copyright © 2014 Ruby Binns-Cagney All rights reserved.

      This is a work of fiction. The names and characters are the products of the Author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

      Copyright © 2014 Cover Image BinnsCagneyDesign Co

      Copyright © 2014 Ruby Binns-Cagney

      Table of Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      About The Author

      Further Reading

      Chapter One

      PHILADELPHIA. The knife went into the man’s flesh easier than Jordan Nicholson had imagined. He felt the pressure of it against his hand when he pulled the weapon out and wiped it off on his thigh. The man’s hands tightened on Jarod’s leather jacket and weighed him down as he slid to the cold wet ground. Jarod pulled the body into the gap between the dumpsters behind the Lucky Dragon restaurant and then pulled the package out of the man’s inside jacket pocket. Cold, wet, soaked streets squealed under foot when Jarod ran towards his car. He pulled out the clean clothes from his backpack and changed into them.

      Jarod turned the key in the car’s ignition. The car would not start. He got out, popped the hood, moved a couple of wires and tried to start it again. He wasn’t mechanically minded. He could drive a car but he relied on somebody else to repair it. He got out and ran up the stairs to the third floor apartment he had shared with his girlfriend, Tasha. He searched the kitchen for her car keys. She drove a crappy Honda with a stick shift but he had to get out of town. He scooped up the keys and slammed the door on his way out.

      Tasha was at work at the Diner on Kay Street. He’d drop in on her on his way out of town. He slammed his feet onto the pedals and moved the stick shift into position smoothly. On Kay Street, two out of Tasha’s five tables were unoccupied. He slipped inside the Diner and sat in the last booth, with the menu held high up in front of his face. Tasha had her back to him and he hoped she’d be happy to see him.

      Can I start you off with some coffee, Sir? Tasha Haynes said. Her pink uniform and white pumps looked tired. Her hair was bleached blonde and straggly, which was why she always pulled back tightly away from her face. Jarod got involved with her six months earlier and he never looked back. She was the best sex he’d ever had. Now that he was about to leave town without her he hoped she wouldn’t take the news too badly.

      I can think of something else I’d like, he said, and lowered the menu. Tasha shuffled closer to him and sat down, jammed up tightly next to his thighs. Her hand on his back pocket felt warm. She leant in for a kiss and he pulled her closer and kissed her passionately while the Diner’s Manager Rico eyed him with disgust.

      I thought you had a job to go to this morning? Tasha’s lips tasted like apples and cinnamon. She smelt like bacon grease and home fries. Her green eyes looked at him. He took her hand away from his back pocket, and held it on the table.

      No work today. I have to go out of town for a bit. I’ll call you in a few days. Alright? Jarod kissed her lips. Service, Tasha, table five. Hustle, Rico called after her. He couldn’t let her go but Rico called her back to the counter a second time.

      This is the last time I’m putting up with your shit, she said through hissed teeth and released his hand. He watched her walk away and threw the menu on the floor then slammed the glass door shut on his way to the car. He put his hand in his back pocket and made sure the memory card was still there.

      He started the engine and moved out of the parking lot slowly so he could have one last look at Tasha. He headed for the Highway out of Philadelphia and headed south, towards the airport.

      Two hours later, the car was parked at the back of the departures terminal. He sent a text message to Tasha’s phone which told her to pick up her car from the airport. He boarded the flight to New York’s John F. Kennedy airport and leant back in his seat as the plane climbed to cruising altitude. He closed his eyes and listened to music.

      On the Air Train ride from the airport terminal to Manhattan’s Penn Station, Jarod looked at the feet of the passengers. He didn’t want to make eye contact with anybody. He counted the stops until he finally reached Penn Station at eleven minutes before three. He was almost out of time. He ran the three blocks to the bookstore on the corner of West Thirty-First Street where he had arranged to drop off the package by three o’clock.

      He searched the aisles for the cookery section and thumbed along the spines of the books until he found it. ‘The Art of Baking Cakes’ was the second book on the left of the top shelf. He took it down and opened the back flap of the dust jacket. A cashier’s check. It was printed in his name for ten thousand dollars just like they had agreed upon. He tore out the check and shoved it down into the back pocket of his jeans. He pulled the memory card from the package and stuck it to a small square of adhesive then onto the last page of the book, glad he’d taken a copy of the card earlier. He replaced the book on the top shelf and went to the restroom, and changed into them, then left the bookstore.

      He was Downtown. He hailed a taxi and headed uptown to his apartment on Central Park West. The doorman opened the taxi’s door and he stepped out. The glass frontage of the Mortimer Building was impressive. The elegant diamond encrusted chandelier in the hallway and the marble stairs felt like home. A better home than he had ever lived in. He slipped his key card into the elevator’s slot and hit the button for the Penthouse level. The elevator edged upwards until Jarod stepped out into his apartment’s entrance.

      The lights were low, and he swept his hand across the sensors to increase their luminosity. The warm glow of light increased and he stepped down to the sunken living room. The drapes were closed against the bright sunshine, and he activated the remote to raise them slightly and saw the solitary figure seated on the black leather and chrome couch.

      Good morning, Martha-Lynn, he said, and moved closer to her. He could smell his breakfast was almost ready to be served. Welcome home again, Jarod, Martha-Lynn said. His housekeeper of ten years, she fussed over him like he was her own son. She took the backpack from him and he took off his jacket and slung it over the leather-studded armchair next to the bar. He poured two fingers of whisky into the heavy glass beside the tray of ice and sipped it slowly. He needed a hot shower but there was one more piece of the job to complete before he could do so.

      Jarod went to his office and sat at the computer. The screen whirled into life while he slid the copied memory card into the slot. Several folders appeared on the screen. He read the filenames for each one quickly and selected the one marked ‘admin’ and waited for it to open. The schematics of the artifact were incredibly detailed, and had been crafted with precision. He moved the mouse over the instruction labels and marveled at the three-dimensional graphics, which spun around as he selected them. He closed the schematics and selected the documentation package. He read through the preliminary instructions and then saved a second copy of the card onto his computer.

      Would you like your meal here or in the dining room? Martha-Lynn had a hot plate of food in her left hand and a jug of coffee in her

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