No Fortune Son (Pike Logan, Book 7)
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In the latest military thriller from the retired Delta Force Operator and New York Times bestselling author, a hostage situation places America’s most powerful political elite at the mercy of its worst enemies.
When veteran operator Pike Logan and partner Jennifer Cahill receive a letter from Blaisdell Consulting—the umbrella cover company for their real employer, a top secret counterterrorist unit called the Taskforce—they expect orders for their next mission-impossible tasking. Instead, they learn that their latest actions have gotten them fired, despite having saved thousands of innocent lives.
Pike’s shock and fury is redirected when their commander, Colonel Kurt Hale, asks him and Jennifer for help with a personal matter: His niece Kylie, an exchange student in England, has gone missing. Neither Pike nor Jennifer understands how critical her disappearance will become.
Meanwhile, all Taskforce teams have been redirected to a developing situation. A terrorist organization has targeted military relatives of key members of the US government, including the vice president’s son. Their seizure of hostages was far-reaching and meticulously coordinated, and the full extent of the threat—and potential demands—has thrown the government into turmoil. They face a terrible choice: Cease counter-terrorist operations, or watch hostages die one by one. How much is a single life worth? Unless the Taskforce can decipher the web of lies devised by their enemies, the United States is about to find out.
they brought in, the outcome was preordained. And it wasn’t in their favor. Kylie had remained with me for the rest of our stay. Jennifer and I had both been debriefed by MI6—the British version of the CIA—and they were nothing but a bunch of suits with sour attitudes and small-dick syndrome. While they were questioning Jennifer, additional men had shown up, from Hereford. They were Special Air Service, and after an initial confrontation, they were much more accommodating, wanting to know
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spasm of anger. She gave an involuntary cough and spit out a glob of phlegm. Nick flinched, then sidled over to her, bringing his meager portion. He whispered, “Hey, take my food. You need the strength.” She said, “You weigh much more than me. I’m not stealing your food. Anyway, I’m not hungry.” “You need to eat. And to increase your fluid intake. Take my water bottle as well.” She tried to smile and said, “What, are you a doctor now?” “No. Not really. But I’ve had some training in this sort
meeting I have to be at in thirty minutes and it’s all the way across town. I’ll give you a call back when I’m done.” The hitches stopped and he felt the heat through the phone. “Meeting? I’m talking about your niece. She could be lying in a ditch or dead. Jesus Christ, she loves you better than her own father, and you’re not even giving her the time of day.” “Okay, okay, calm down. What’s he doing about it? Did you call him?” He knew the answer before she even spoke. Kathy’s ex-husband, a
man—she saw it was Colin, the bearded one—escaped easily. He punched Travis in the gut so hard she heard the whoosh of air forced out of his lungs. Colin flung Nick to the side, then stood up, breathing heavily. He lined up his leg and kicked Nick full in the head, laying him out. Travis heard the damage and rolled into a ball. She shouted, “Don’t!” Huffing, Colin said, “Get the fuck up. Now.” She did so. He said, “I’m going to cut your leg bindings. You make any move, and I’ll kill both of