The explosive was in place beneath the back veranda of the house. The charge set.
Agent Art Benkman slid behind the garden wall that surrounded the pool and house and waited.
No mistakes this time. His superior wouldn’t tolerate another near miss. It had been made clear that Black must be destroyed. He was a monster who knew too much.
No, he’d seen Paul Black go into the house an hour ago. It was the best time for the kill. Only one person in the house besides that son of a bitch. A housekeeper who occupied the end bedroom of the rambling bungalow. He’d seen her light go out two hours ago. She’d be asleep by now.
No one would survive this blast. He’d had to be sure.
The flames from the blast would probably reach the top of those palm trees hovering over the roof.
“I’ve got you, Black,” he murmured. “Burn in—”
He was flipped over and was looking up at the man who had sent the needle- sharp stiletto deep into his back.
Black. But it couldn’t be Paul Black. He was in the house.
No, he was here. That dark, devil’s face . . .
“Who sent you?” Black asked. “Who told you I was here?” He was searching in Benkman’s pockets, pulling out his wallet and the e-mail that he’d received two days ago. He glanced at it and smiled. “Very explicit. And you obeyed blindly like a good agent? Never mind. You don’t have to answer. I don’t need you now.”
“Kill you . . .” Benkman whispered. “I have to—”
“Die,” Black supplied as he picked up Benkman as if he were a child. “That’s all you have to do.” He was carrying him over to the house. “How do you feel about cremation?”
“No!” He started to struggle as panic overcame pain. “Don’t leave me here. It’s going to—”
“Blow?” Black dropped him on the floor of the great room. “In about forty seconds.” He looked down at him. “Why don’t you see if you can make it through the French doors and out onto the terrace? You might survive then.” He turned and strolled out of the house.
Benkman rolled over and started to crawl toward the French doors.
The blood was pouring out of the wound as he moved.
The blood was slippery . . .
He was dying.
No, he’d be okay. He was always okay. He just had to get out of this damn house.
So slow. He was moving so slow.
He reached the French doors. Now crawl out onto the veranda. He was almost there . . .
And then he saw Black standing by the garden wall and watching him. He was smiling.
He tapped his watch.
Too late, Benkman realized frantically. He was too late. Time had run out.
“Don’t leave me!” he howled. “Get me out of—”
The house exploded and became an inferno.
From EVE by Iris Johansen, copyright © 2011 by Johansen Publishing LLLP, and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Press, LLC
In Eve, #1 bestselling author Iris Johansen answers questions long haunting her legions of fans.
Eve Duncan’s mission as a forensic sculptor is to bring closure to families of missing children, even though the body of her own daughter, Bonnie, has never been found. But now CIA agent Catherine Ling has new information about a man from Eve’s past. Could John Gallo be the missing piece to the puzzle that has haunted Eve’s every waking moment? According to Catherine, he was in Atlanta when Bonnie disappeared. But Eve can’t believe the man she once found impossible to resist could be such a monster. As Johansen explores Eve’s early life, long-guarded secrets will leave fans hungering for the next book in this electrifying trilogy.
Hardcover Book : 256 pages
Publisher: St. Martins Press, LLC ( April 19, 2011 )
Item #: 13-330585
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 0.58inches
Product Weight: 11.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
I WAS SOO UNHAPPY WITH THE ENDING OF THIS BOOK I DON'T KNOW IF I WILL EVER PICK UP ANOTHER ONE OF HERS. THE BOOK WAS HER USUAL GREAT STORY, BUT IT JUST STOPPED........NOW WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BY ANOTHER ONE??? TO FINISH THE STORY.
Reviewer: Ceil G
Just finished Eve and keep feeling I have read this somewhere before - her books are starting to all sound alike. This Bonnie situation needs to be resolved one way or another and I'm hoping the trilogy will do it. Enough of Bonnie - it's been milked to the bone - move on.
Reviewer: Jeri W
AS ALWAYS SHE IS A GREAT READ, CAN'T WAIT FOR HER NEXT BOOK
I agree with the previous reader - misleading to state that the book is 400+ pages and to have it arrive at 250. But that is the only thing disappointing about the book. If you are an Iris Johansen fan and have followed along with her characters, then you should enjoy this book as much as I did. Interesting to finally have some backstory.
thought this was a very good book would like to read quinn and bonnie butcant find them her books are all good havent found one yet i havent liked