An Unexpected Clue
Elle James
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Table of Contents
Cover
Title Page
About the Author
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Epilogue
Copyright
About the Author
The 2004 Golden Heart winner for Best Paranormal Romance, ELLE JAMES started writing when her sister issued a Y2K challenge to write a romance novel. She has managed a full-time job, raised three wonderful children and she and her husband even tried their hands at ranching exotic birds (ostriches, emus and rheas) in the Texas Hill Country. Ask her and shell tell you what its like to go toe-to-toe with an angry three-hundred-and-fifty-pound bird!
After leaving her successful career in information technology management, Elle is now pursuing her writing full-time. She loves building exciting stories about heroes, heroines, romance and passion. Elle loves to hear from fans.
You can contact her at ellejames@earthlink.net or visit her website at www.ellejames.com.
This book is dedicated to all the authors who
contributed to the success of this continuity. As always,
its a pleasure to work with you all. A special thanks
to Allison Lyons for her gentle guidance during
the editing process.
Chapter One
He lay against the cool concrete floor, facedown, careful to take slow shallow breaths. The more dead he looked, the more likely the guard would venture in to check on him.
Hidden beneath his body, his fingers curled around the smooth metal of the broken bedpost hed wrested from the corner of the twin-size utility cot.
Ben Parrish knew what they had planned for him, and he had a good idea what theyd do to Ava if he didnt get to her first. For weeks theyd drugged him through the food he ate. For the past two days hed eaten very little, flushing what he didnt eat down the toilet in the corner of his cell.
Hed planned his escape carefully. Now with his head clearer than it had been in the weeks of his captivity, hed learned of Nicky Waynes plan to dispose of him and go after Ava.
Bens chest tightened. Shed be in her eighth month of pregnancy, in no condition to run from Nicks goons. Bad guys who wouldnt hesitate to kill a pregnant woman over something as seemingly inconsequential as a necklace.
The necklace was the key. His friend Julie Grainger had given him a medal postmortem, sent in the mail before she died. Hed hung it on a chain and given it to his wife, Ava. Embossed on the medal was the image of St. Joan of Arc, the patron saint of imprisonment. For the past weeks, Ben had laughed at the irony. Perhaps Julies gift had jinxed him, landing him in this hellhole of Nickys making. That very medal endangered Ava and their unborn child. He wished hed never seen the damned thing. All it had brought him was grief.
Nicky Wayne had beaten, tortured and drugged him in his effort to locate the millions Vincent Del Gardo had squirreled away in a secret bank account.
In his assignment as an undercover FBI agent, Ben had worked closely with Del Gardo, getting to know him, infiltrating the Del Gardo crime family. Still, he hadnt even known about the money. No amount of beatings by Wayne or his thugs could coerce the location out of him. All this time the account numbers had been inscribed on the backs of three medallions Julie had sent to her friends from her FBI academy days, Ben, Tom Ryan and Dylan Acevedo.
Now that Nicky knew they were the keys to the millions Del Gardo had stashed, he wanted those medals and to get them, hed do anything, including kill Ava.
Sounds outside his cell alerted him to the approach of his executioners.
Under no circumstances could he fail. If he did, Ava and their unborn child might be the Wayne organizations next victims.
A key scraped in the lock and the door swung open.
What the The man all the other guards called Hammer stepped through the door first, tapping a hand-carved club in his palm.
Another man, Hispanic, as equally bulky as Hammer and intimidating like a nightclub bouncer followed Hammer inside. Always wearing a suit and tie, he could have fit into any Mexican Mafia crowd, especially with the scar extending from the right side of his top lip, across his cheekbone to his right ear, which was missing a significant portion of the lobe. Think he did us a favor and croaked?
I dont know, Manny, why dont you ask him. Hammer didnt wait for Manny, but nudged Bens thigh with his foot.
Careful not to show any signs of life, Ben lay still, allowing his eyelids to open only enough to ascertain the positions of the two men.
Looks like he passed out, Hammer brilliantly deduced.
I hope hes not dead. Manny pulled a shiny Sig Sauer nine millimeter pistol from his shoulder holster. Takes all the fun out of killing him.
Guess the boss wouldnt care how he expires, so long as hes dead. Nicky said he was done with him.
Im gonna miss the guy. Torture aint never been so much fun. Manny snickered.
Come on, Mr. Wayne wanted this room cleaned out by the end of the day. Hammer tapped the club in his hand. You want to do the job or me?