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Never Again: Dangerous Secrets, #0.5
Never Again: Dangerous Secrets, #0.5
Never Again: Dangerous Secrets, #0.5
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Never Again: Dangerous Secrets, #0.5

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Failure isn't an option…

Ken Shepherd's witness is murdered, leaving him to want more than just to arrest the criminals and walk away. A career change to the Witness Security Program gives the opportunity to help people who made bad decisions find a second chance. But will high expectations lead to happiness or is death lurking around the corner? Never isn't as far as it seems in this action-packed prequel to the Dangerous Secrets series.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherRM Alexander
Release dateFeb 27, 2018
ISBN9781386452904
Never Again: Dangerous Secrets, #0.5

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    Never Again - RM Alexander

    Chapter One

    Rush hour. Why did it have to be rush hour?

    Ken Shepherd groaned as he darted and zagged through the Denver traffic, horn blaring as he screeched by passing cars. Nearby drivers swerved in a panic as he tore past, but they didn't have a reason to be afraid. Specialized training taught him how to drive, and how to stay cool under pressure.

    He zipped in between a gray sedan and a navy van. No problem with the driving although he felt anything but cool. Instead, perspiration beaded his forehead as Ken checked the time. It'd been ten minutes since the call came through, and every passing second could be the difference between life and death for the witness.

    How things got so out of control... Local patrol had been assigned to keep Nate Dunnican safe. If he died, someone would have to answer for the failure.

    Ken's eyes narrowed, questions playing over in his mind. Why he got the call was a mystery, and how Nate got a hold of his private number a bigger one. Ken wasn't the man's attorney or his protector. As an FBI agent, Ken's job had been arresting Nate, bringing him in to face the charges. From there, Nate's case had been turned over to witness protection agents who put in place all the pieces which allowed Colton to rat on his organized crime buddies in relative safety.

    So why would he come back to Ken?

    Ken's jaw set in a cold, hard line. It didn't matter. The call didn't bother him nearly as much as the fear in Nate's voice.

    I'm going to die, he had said, I'll die if you don't come here now.

    Something in the words screamed of truth: the desperate, raw kind that ripped at a man's core and stripped him bare. The chill clung to Ken’s bones and, though he shouldn't care, no one would ignore that kind of terror. Not unless they were a monster. He dealt with enough of those kinds in his career, but thus far at least, hadn’t become one himself.

    Ken sped through the last red light, gritted his teeth, glanced at the clock again. Fifteen minutes since the call. Nate hadn't said if anyone else was in the house, or where the threat was coming from, but fifteen minutes was a long time if someone wanted Nate dead. The turn of a dime, a single second, and the key witness would be lost.

    If he made it time, Ken thought, the plan was to get Nate through the night. After the trial, Nate would leave the city for good. Ken gripped the steering wheel. Agents thought the substantial risk of bringing him back to New York could be managed. Clearly, they were wrong.

    A mixer truck barreled into the intersection and Ken tore at the wheel as he swerved and narrowly missed a collision. He grumbled and stomped on the gas pedal as he glanced in the rearview mirror. The truck skidded to a stop behind him and avoided hitting another car by a fraction of an inch. Any other time, Ken would have stopped and checked for injuries, but there was no time for that now. Nate waited.  

    Ken pulled into the post-war neighborhood. For the most part, it was a quiet suburb with little crime. A decent place to hide a safe house where witnesses could feel

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