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Night Runner
Night Runner
Night Runner
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Night Runner

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A woman on the run. An ex-cop with a grudge. One night to survive.


When former New Orleans detective, Jack Corbin receives a sudden distress call from the wife he hasn’t seen in ten years, his world is turned upside down.


Dragged into a dangerous game of thugs, criminals and organized crime, he must make a heartbreaking decision; leave it all behind or battle through the night to save her and overcome the odds.


Can Corbin trust the woman he once loved? Will he live long enough to find out?


Find out and get your copy of the pulse-pounding thriller NIGHT RUNNER now!


If you like gripping mysteries, thrilling action and suspense, you’ll love the first installment in PT Reade’s BOOK HITS series.


 


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Tags: Book hits, book shots, short reads, short stories, hard boiled mysteries, mystery, mysteries, noir, private investigators, hard boiled thriller, hard boiled detective fiction, hard boiled private investigator mystery series, thriller.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherPT Reade
Release dateJul 9, 2017
ISBN9781537881942
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    Night Runner - Phil Reade

    Reade

    Chapter One

    They were hunting her.

    Lauren Madison burst through the warehouse door into the humid night and paused as concrete chilled her bare feet. She had been running for only a few minutes and already her soles hurt and doubt had set in.

    Which way?

    A steady trickle of crimson bled from the side of her head, matting the hair. Her arms—black and blue—throbbed with pain. With eyes wide she scanned her surroundings, trying to figure out her location.

    Across the river, the New Orleans cityscape clawed at the night sky. A gentle breeze blew in from the south bringing the fragrance of honeysuckle and swamp flowers. Further out, the twinkling lights of downtown skyscrapers reflected in the dark waters.

    But she had no time to further admire the view or take in the redolent night air. She sprinted across the parking lot, ducking into the shadows wherever possible and looking over her shoulder.

    Pulse pounding in her ears, the events of the previous 24 hours tangled her thoughts.

    How did they find out? Where did I go wrong?

    A noise from the warehouse behind.

    Go!

    Lauren sprinted toward the long shadows on the far side of the parking lot, lungs fighting for air.

    Finally, she spotted her salvation. The beige Chevrolet would have been unremarkable to anyone else, but to Lauren, it was her ticket out of hell. She bolted towards it, praying she had left the keys in the usual place.

    When she reached the vehicle, she pulled the door open and jumped into the driver’s seat. Inside, she reached up to the sun shade and pulled it down, dropping the keys in her lap.

    Yes!

    She grabbed the key. The rear window exploded in a shower of glass.

    Oh, God!

    A glance over her shoulder. There they were!

    Her pursuers, her hunters.

    The two men pounded across the parking lot, heading towards the car. One held a pistol and fired wildly. The other reached into his jacket, presumably for his own weapon. She didn’t know their names, and it was likely they didn’t know hers.

    They didn’t need to; they just had to put a bullet in her. Hired goons like these were not paid to ask questions. They were paid to throw on a suit, look mean, and take care of ‘problems’. Problems like Lauren Madison.

    She cranked the engine to life and floored the gas pedal. With a screech of tires, the car lurched forward towards the exit. She risked a glance in her rear view mirror. The two goons continued firing but when they realized she was out of range, they stopped and one of them pulled out a cell phone—no doubt calling the boss. And the boss was not a man to let this slide.

    Lauren knew what he was like. She had seen his cruelty first hand. He would come for her and he would never stop—not until she was dead.

    Alone and terrified, Lauren fished in the glove box for her cell phone. As she wrenched the car onto the street and tried to keep it straight, she scrolled down her list of numbers. There was only one person she could call in this city.

    But he wouldn’t be happy about it.

    Chapter Two

    Tick tock. Tick, tock.

    Jack Corbin sat in his modest living room watching the grandfather clock’s pendulous mocking. In twenty years it had never missed a beat, never lost a minute, never skipped a moment. Passed down from his mother, it had performed its duty faultlessly for two decades.

    Tick tock. Tick, tock.

    Piece of shit clock.

    How many times had he wanted to

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