BLURB:
IN
THE GAME OF ESPIONAGE, SPY TAKES TRAITOR.
J.J.
MCCALL TAKES OVER.
The
FBI and Italian Mafia make strange bedfellows when a vicious Russian Organized
crime figure, operating at the behest of Russian Intelligence, lands in The Big
Apple. The Russian intelligence hench-man, infamously known as Mashkov, avenges
the death of slain a Russian sleeper agent and accidentally hits the son of an
Italian crime boss, sending J.J. and Task Force Phantom Hunter to the streets
of New York. They are stepping into a possible war between Russian and Italian
organized crime factions, while trying to dismantle the financial hub of the
most insidious Russian illegals network in U.S. History.
Meanwhile,
CIA Case Officer Grayson “Six” Chance is in Moscow trying to capture a fugitive
American who has stolen White House intelligence and is planning to pass it to
the Russians—putting Six in a moral dilemma he may not be prepared to handle.
And
when J.J. finally learns the truth surrounding her mother's death in the line
of duty, her life may never be the same.
If
you enjoy this book, you will love Book 1--The Seven Year Itch (A J.J. McCall
Novel) and Book 2 -- Son of a Itch (A J.J. McCall Novel).
The Sheriffs walked J.J. and Tony through a series of
security doors until they reached the interrogation room. They left their
overcoats with their escorts and tugged their suit jackets straight before
entering. The sight of Kendell Phillips’ murderer shrouded in orange and
shackled at the hands and feet gave J.J. a burst of pleasure she hadn’t felt
since her early morning romp with Tony. A reddish blue bruise circled his eye
and spread to the cap of his jaw. His gaze disintegrated under the weight of
her glare and fell to his twiddling thumbs. She prepared to speak when an
overwhelming scent jarred her senses—the smell of contemptible swine.
“My, my, my,” J.J. said to Maddix. “What an ugly fall from
grace. Too bad they don’t make an Armani perp suit. You used to wear him so
well.”
Positioned across from Maddix, Tony scanned the rat’s face
and looked at him with a pained expression. “Rough night, eh? Did they forget
to put you in solitary? Looks like you’ve been mingling with the locals.”
“Nothing I can’t handle,” he said with a shrug. Then he
leaned back, spread his knees wide, and placed his hands in his lap. “So, this
is the reason you came all the way to Shangri-La? To gloat?”
J.J. savored his misery and then vexed him with a tight
smile. “We’re here to discuss your comrade in arms, Hawk—Gary Mosin.”
“Newsflash, doll.”
Maddix forced out a grating laugh, overplaying his weak position just a smidge.
“You get nothing from me, not without a deal. I want immunity.”
“Immunity?” J.J. blinked in rapid motion.
“Listen, you ain’t gotta make this difficult. We didn’t come
here to pick a fight. Give us the information we need, and you can go back to
counting the tiles on the ceiling . . . or whatever it is you do on the
inside.” Tony contrived a calm demeanor as he reached into his pant pocket and
pulled out a pack of Marlboro 100s and a book of matches. He slid them to the
middle of the table until they stopped beside a plastic ashtray. “Our treat.
Enjoy. But if you choose to stay on the difficult route, we can reverse course
any time.”
Maddix cupped his hands and with no show of gratitude,
pulled the offerings to the table’s edge, his shackles jangling with his every
move. He folded back the foil on the corner of the pack and knocked the open
end against his wrist until a cigarette emerged. Then his brow drew together,
furrowed in confusion. “You don’t have a clue, do you?” His gaze ping-ponged
between J.J. and Tony before he shook his head. “That’s why you’re here. You
don’t know!”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
S.D. Skye is
a former FBI Counterintelligence Analyst in the Russia program and supported
cases during her 12-year tenure at the Bureau. She has personally witnessed the
blowback the Intelligence Community suffered due to the most significant
compromises in U.S. history, including the arrests of former CIA Case Officer
Aldrich Ames and two of the Bureau's own—FBI Agents Earl Pitts and Robert
Hansen. She has spent 20 years in the U.S. Intelligence Community.
Skye is a
member of the Maryland Writer’s Association, Romance Writers of America, and
International Thriller Writers. She’s addicted to writing and chocolate—not
necessarily in that order—and currently lives in the Washington D.C. area with
her son. Skye is hard at work on several projects, including the next
installment of the series.
Web Links
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