Authors: Diane Capri
Jack in the Green
JACK IN THE GREEN
BY
DIANE CAPRI
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Praise for
New York Times and USA Today
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Diane Capri
“Full of thrills and tension, but smart and human, too. Kim Otto is a great, great character. I love her.”
Lee Child, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author of Jack Reacher Thrillers
“[A] welcome surprise…[W]orks from the first page to ‘The End’.”
Larry King
“Swift pacing and ongoing suspense are always present…[L]ikable protagonist who uses her political connections for a good cause…Readers should eagerly anticipate the next [book].”
Top Pick, Romantic Times
“…offers tense legal drama with courtroom overtones, twisty plot, and loads of Florida atmosphere. Recommended.”
Library Journal
“[A] fast-paced legal thriller…energetic prose…an appealing heroine…clever and capable supporting cast…[that will] keep readers waiting for the next [book].”
Publishers Weekly
“Expertise shines on every page.”
Margaret Maron, Edgar, Anthony, Agatha and Macavity Award
Winning MWA Grand Master
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DEDICATION
Thank you to some of the best readers in the world: Natalie Chernow, Angie Shaw (Noah Daniel), Dan Chillman (Danimal), Lynette Bartos (Derek Bartos), Teresa Burgess (Trista Blanke) for participating in our character naming giveaways which make this book a bit more personal and fun for all of us.
Perpetually, to Lee Child, with unrelenting gratitude.
CAST OF PRIMARY CHARACTERS
Kim L. Otto
Carlos M. Gaspar
Thomas Weston
Samantha Weston
Steven Kent
Jessica Kimball
Jennifer Lane
Willa Carson
Charles Cooper
Jacqueline Roscoe
and
Jack Reacher
The Killing Floor
by Lee Child
1997
I thought: should I be worried? I was under arrest. In a town where I’d never been before. Apparently for murder. But I knew two things. First, they couldn’t prove something had happened if it hadn’t happened. And second, I hadn’t killed anybody.
Not in their town, and not for a long time, anyway.
* * *
“So let’s talk about the last twenty-four hours, [Reacher],” he said.
I sighed. Now I was heading for trouble.
“I came up on the Greyhound bus,” I said.
“Where did you get on the bus?” he asked me.
“In Tampa,” I said. “Left at midnight last night.”
“Tampa in Florida?” he asked.
I nodded. He rattled open another drawer. Pulled out a Greyhound schedule. Riffed it open and ran a long brown finger down a page. This was a very thorough guy.
JACK IN THE GREEN
BY
DIANE CAPRI
Presented By:
AugustBooks
1
FBI Special Agent Carlos Gaspar lounged back in the driver’s seat of the rental sedan to stretch his bad right leg, but all senses remained fully alert. The last time he’d been on MacDill Air Force Base, Gaspar’s partner had been wounded and a man had died resisting routine arrest. It was his sixth sense that rankled. He had a bad feeling about the place. He couldn’t shake it.
He’d chosen the center lane and pulled into place behind a line passing steadily through the guard stations. One SUV ahead now, sporting a patriotic car magnet.
Veteran, probably.
Once upon a time, a veteran could be trusted to follow protocol. Veterans knew the rules. Knew they couldn’t bring personal weapons on the base or enter restricted areas. They didn’t need to be watched. But increasingly, veterans and even active military seemed to be going off the rails now and then.
Sometimes for good cause.
Reacher was a veteran. Gaspar never allowed himself to forget that.
He preferred the smaller Bayshore Gate entrance. Closer to their destination. Less traffic. Only one lane. Only one sentry. Ruled out for just that reason: Because that sentry had fewer vehicles to inspect, she’d be more likely to ask thorough questions Gaspar would not answer. Which would probably land him in the brig and he didn’t have time for that today.
The main gate entrance to Tampa’s MacDill Air Force Base was less treacherous because he could get lucky. Three traffic lanes fed into the main gate. Each lane supported two security stations configured to more closely resemble drive-through windows at a prosperous suburban bank than a military checkpoint.
Except bank tellers don’t wear BDUs and side arms.
Base security handled 20,000 people passing through every day as a matter of routine. Today was not routine. Which meant security would be relaxed, maybe.
From behind aviator sunglasses, Gaspar watched the security process unfold predictably around him. But the whole setup of the event felt wrong. Too much lead time since the target’s attendance was announced, for one thing. Too public. Too many people. An unpredictable target with too many enemies and too many secrets.
And the usual dearth of good Intel about everything.
It was a bad combination and he didn’t like it, even without factoring Reacher into the equation.
Not that it mattered to the Boss what Gaspar liked or didn’t like.
The flashing sign outside the security checkpoint declared Force Protection Condition Alpha, meaning only slightly elevated security in place. Probably bumped up a notch because of expected increased civilian attendance at the annual memorial service honoring deceased members of military families, he figured. He took that as a good omen. The base commander couldn’t feel as uneasy as Gaspar did or security would be tighter.
He palmed his plastic VA card and flipped it through his fingers like a Las Vegas card shark, then tapped it rapidly on the steering wheel as if that would encourage the security personnel to speedier service. The Boss said Gaspar’s VA card would serve as required military ID to enter the base because of the hundreds of people expected at the memorial ceremony. Gaspar figured the Boss had greased the wheels to make it so, as he usually did.
Gaspar glanced over at his current partner to confirm that she wasn’t freaking out any more than usual. “How late are we?”
He’d bought the aviators months ago to block the blinding glare of Miami sunlight. Now, they also served to shield him from her penetrating evaluation of his every move.
His shades weren’t needed at the moment, as it happened. “Twenty-five minutes,” FBI Special Agent Kim Otto replied, without lifting her gaze from her smart phone’s screen.
He’d found Otto’s nuanced perception almost telepathic in the weeks since the Boss had paired them up for reasons unknown. They worked well together. He liked her. She seemed to like him well enough. The partnership was improving.
But he was still wary.
Otto’s self-preservation instincts never relaxed. Not for half a moment. Ever.
He had a family to support. And twenty years to go. And this was the only field assignment he’d been offered since his disabling injury. Playing second on the team to a woman ten years greener added to the insult. Yet he felt grateful to have the work, mainly because it was the only option he had.
But the Reacher job was more dangerous than they’d been told. Much more. As a result, Otto was jumpier than a mosquito on steroids. She would replace him in a hot second if she became the slightest bit concerned about his reliability.
And she’d be smart to cut him out. He’d do the same to her if their roles were reversed. Maybe even as their roles were now.
So he had to be careful. Safer that way.
Which meant he needed as much distance as he could summon inside the sedan before she sensed any danger.
Why was it so hot in here? He flipped up the fan speed on the air conditioning.