The Last Minute (The Sam Capra series)
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Sam Capra must commit an impossible assassination--or he will lose the only person in the world who matters to him . . .
Sam Capra has one reason to live: to rescue his baby son from the people who abducted him. An ex-CIA agent, Sam now owns bars around the world as cover for his real mission-working undercover for a secret network as mysterious as it is powerful, while using his skills to find his child.
Now the kidnappers have offered a deadly deal: they'll surrender Sam's child...if Sam finds and murders the one man who can expose them. Teaming up with a desperate young mother whose daughter is also missing, Sam tracks his prey-and his son-across the country in a dangerous race against time, and must unravel a deadly conspiracy if he's to rescue the only person in the world that matters to him.
Ricki gave what sounded like a half-sob, half-laugh. “Why would you trust me not to tell them? They own me now.” “Because, well, I don’t know. I do trust you. Do you want to come with me?” “I would have to walk away from everything,” she said. “It’s not yours anymore.” She sniffed. “True. Yes, Jack, I think I would like a new start.” “Okay. I kind of love you a little.” “I know. I’ve known for a while. I love you a little, too.” His chest made a slight lurch. “Okay, that’s good then.”
didn’t smile until she’d lifted the tea cup and she thought Jack couldn’t see her grin. “I thought you might have some programs to help me chisel my way in.” “I might. You hungry?” “Yes. Very.” “I can cook some pasta, open some wine. Oh, I didn’t think about giving you more alcohol, are you on meds?” “I would very much like a glass of wine. And, no, I have no meds.” “Now that would be a challenge,” she said. “Get an online pharmacy to send you what you need, without placing an actual order.”
wasn’t—she had to be in deep shock. “What’s your connection to Anna?” “None of your business. I don’t know you, Sam. All I want is my child back. That’s all.” She rubbed at her jawline, glanced at the clock. She did not seem to want to look at me. Her daughter had been kidnapped only hours earlier. Her self-control was extraordinary. I reached out and touched her hand with my fingertips. Just a reflex. She flinched. “We’re on the same side. I’m in your shoes. They have my son, too.” “So Anna
line at JFK. He had no equipment with which to trace the call; no way to alert any of the technical resources of Novem Soles. He would have to draw Jack in himself. And, honestly, if you can’t do that with a grad student you don’t deserve your job. “Look, if this is a test, I’ve done what you said. I have. Everything. Please. Please.” “It’s not a test, I’m trying to help you. If you can tell me who you are and what they have you doing…” “I’m not confessing anything. Oh, my God, oh, my God. You
He took away the martini glasses and the pint glass and brought me ibuprofen. I swallowed four. “I suspect,” he said, “you aren’t going to find this Jack Ming again.” “We have his computer. Leonie is going through the files.” “Alone? You trust her?” “I have to.” A knock on the door. The doctor. There are all sorts of medical professionals who are willing to practice on the side to not require you make a trip to an emergency room. Usually they’re doctors or nurses who have been bankrupted by