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The last potential heir to the Helius Energy legacy was quietly eliminated over half a century ago . . . or so they thought
In December of 1999, a young reporter discovers an ancient deed in the Travis County archives of Austin, Texas. Hidden a century earlier, the original copy of the deed includes a covenant excised from the version available to the public. This covenant gives the grantor's descendants the right to reclaim ownership of the property if any future owner violates an explicit use restriction: a bar against the extraction of mineral wealth from the land.
The reporter is stunned by the discovery--the land subject to the deed is one of the most valuable oil fields in the world. Now, any descendant of the original grantor has the power to reclaim ownership of this billion-dollar asset with the stroke of a pen, and Helius Energy, the energy conglomerate that owns the land, has no intention of allowing this to happen.
Within hours of the discovery, the reporter is on the run, desperately racing to stay ahead of a team of killers dispatched by Helius. A second team is winging its way to California, with orders to kill John Caine, the last living heir entitled to claim the legacy created by the deed.
Caine is unaware of his ancestry and the nightmare coming his way. His only hope for survival is Andrea Marenna, a beautiful lawyer in Austin who is unwittingly drawn into Caine's race. Together, they must find a way to survive long enough to unravel the century-old mystery that has placed them in harm's way.
and down from the City of San Bernardino once a day, that was a real risky option. It was too obvious and too slow. If the other side was even halfway organized, they’d have the bus stop staked out hours before it arrived. As he considered and rejected each option, Caine remembered something that might offer a way out. There was an old gas station about a quarter of a mile to the south of the cottage. The owner stored five or six old cars behind the station. If any of the cars ran, Caine might
Don, Dick Williams.” There was a brief hesitation. Then Colonel Donald R. James, U.S. Army Intelligence, responded with feigned enthusiasm. “Dick! Good to hear from you. It’s been a while. How are Cathy and the kids?” “Great, Don, it’s good to hear your voice. Don, I hate to bother you on a weekend, but I need some information about an individual. His name is John Caine. He’s in his early forties and lives in California. I think he may be ex-military, but I can’t tell you what service he was
my problem right now. You have to let me deal with it my way.” “Of course, man, why would I want to get involved in your problems? I have plenty of my own to keep me busy. Now tell me what’s going on.” Caine gave Jaq an edited version of what had happened during the last twenty-four hours. He intentionally downplayed the two attacks, hoping to minimize Jaq’s reaction, but the Haitian saw through the effort. “What are you doing, man, trying to get yourself killed? You’ve got to get your ass—”
him, and swung his boot at Caine’s head. Andrea tried to scream a warning, but couldn’t get the sound past her lips. The boot was within a foot of Caine’s head, when his hand shot out and shoved it away. The move threw Anders off balance and created a gap between Anders and Andrea. Caine exploded off the floor, dropped the glasses, and stepped in between them. He brought his left elbow down on the crook of Anders’s outstretched arm, dropping his body weight into the strike. Anders’s hand was
vision. A nervous tic played across the skin just above Mason’s right eyebrow, and his jaw muscle flexed involuntarily. Paquin decided not to update Mason about the near miss outside Steinman’s apartment building earlier in the day. Mason was already on the edge. They walked together for a minute in silence and then Mason spoke without looking at him, controlled exasperation in his voice. “Enlighten me, Mr. Paquin, about what you have done to solve our problem.” Paquin ignored the antagonism