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Blood Games – Episode 10

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This week’s episode features a chapter from Blood Games, Jake Ramsey Book #3, the first book Black Brick is available as a free ebook from most ebook vendors. Here is an excerpt from the show:

MAXINE FROWNED AS SHE tapped her nails in a fast-paced staccato, making me think of a snare drum cadence for soldiers marching to war. I couldn’t help feeling she was gunning for me because I hadn’t said a word about Reed and she was already skeptical.

Jolene attached a keyboard to her tablet and placed it on the table. I wanted to forbid her from taking notes but figured I’d already pushed my luck far enough.

I took a minute to gather my thoughts despite the tension in the room. What was my best approach?

Kris leaned back in her chair, wondering if I was going to answer her question.

I’d had countless opportunities to tell her about Reed but had not done so because she had never believed there was a connection between Peck and Beltran. As far as she was concerned it was a coincidence that they’d both worked for Diggon.

When Kris had spoken of DataRader outside the elevator, it was evident she respected the company. I had to overcome Reed’s squeaky clean image. Or at least prepare them to be surprised.

“I don’t have evidence that proves what I’m about to tell you,” I said. Kris looked ready to pull her hair. “The man behind all this is well respected and has gone to a lot of work to cultivate a reputation for him–and his company–that is at odds with who he really is and what he’s trying to accomplish.”

Maxine lifted an eyebrow. “I’ll try my best to believe you.”

“It will be difficult,” I said. “He’s been very successful–”

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Dead Man’s Game: Chapter 2

To: Lieutenant General Regina Adams

From: General Gregory Seed

Log date: 00429.171-23:17:24

Re: Recruit Protocol

General Adams,

I have reviewed your proposal.

Despite my misgivings I grant the latitude you request, provided it is limited to the recruit named therein. I understand your urgency but cannot agree to a full rollout until your candidate has finished the initial training and you have done a complete report.

Be thorough and straightforward in the documentation, please.

Your plan poses many risks. I cannot agree to more candidates until I see proof of your success.

Be careful, Regina. You are playing with fire. If there is political fallout I will sever ties.

Accordingly, this message is self-deleting. I will have a form approval put in your file to give me deniability.

Good luck.

Respectfully,

General Seed

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Dead Man’s Game: Chapter 1

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I didn’t know I was minutes from death as I followed my associate Sam out the door, down the stairs, and into the alley. The sudden light was momentarily disorienting, but I was glad to be out of the building, even if it meant walking through sweltering heat to find the car. I’d been lost in my thoughts and hadn’t noticed when Sam made a wrong turn. We had just exited the building rather than backtrack.

The deposition had been stressful—far more than I anticipated—and I needed to get back to the office to rethink our strategy. I was impatient to get on with things, something that must have been obvious to Sam when he’d muttered an apology.  

The ground shook and I almost lost my footing.

I grabbed the edge of a garbage dumpster to keep from toppling over, my hand pushing past grime and rotting muck before grasping metal. I ignored my disgust as I maintained my balance as the asphalt moved.

Sam wasn’t so lucky and fell, dropping the files he’d been carrying.

“You okay?” I asked as the muscles in my chest clenched, a stab of pain filling me with dread. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself.

I’d been too focused on the deposition.  

I hope the engineers knew what they were doing, I thought as I looked at the high-rise buildings swaying as if they were trees in a breeze. There are too many lawsuits about construction defects.

It was one thing to know skyscrapers were designed to shift in this exact way, but quite another to experience it firsthand. It was disorientating, especially from underneath.

Another stab ran through my chest as my heart seemed to threaten my life. I closed my eyes to keep a wave of nausea from overwhelming me. It had been a long time since the last earthquake.

We were overdue. It was nothing to stress about.

When I opened my eyes I stared at my feet while strengthening my grip and quietly inhaling. It felt like somebody was inside my chest with a jackhammer digging their way out.

I refuse to have another heart attack. Everything is fine.

I was glad Ava wasn’t nearby because she got a peculiar look on her face when my heart acted up. She seemed to have a sixth sense about it. I wouldn’t be surprised if she knew when I got home.

My chest constricted as another stab tore through. It was difficult to breathe. I made a fist when my late-night trip to the hospital came back so vividly it was difficult to tell which was real and what was the memory.

Ava had run beside me on the gurney, clenching our screaming son.

“It’s okay, little Ricky,” I said, my voice far away to my own ears, “everything will be fine.” The doors swung shut and my family was gone, my heart feeling as though it were about to rip through my chest.

I forced myself back to the present and exhaled with a small explosion, my lungs absorbing air like bone dry sponges in water. Another deep breath helped back me away from what had appeared to be another heart attack.

This is a panic attack, nothing more.

After another breath the fear subsided. Several breaths later and I was able to restore my composure.

I was afraid Sam might have noticed, but he was too busy picking himself up off the ground. I relaxed even more. He wouldn’t have hesitated to tell Ava. He sometimes seemed to get perverse pleasure hanging me out to dry in front of my wife.

It had not been easy returning to work and I’d only been able to overcome her reluctance by starting at half-days. If she found out about this incident I’d be back on bed rest for another month.

If Sam had not been by my side for the better part of a half a decade I might have got a new associate who didn’t pass information on to my wife, but it would be a pain to replace him. Hiring a new employee was a problem I didn’t need right now.

I chided myself for thinking of such a thing when the guy could use my help. 

My back spasmed with pain as I straightened after picking up a few folders. I had skipped my morning stretches and was paying for it after all the excitement.

“How long has it been since the last one?” Sam asked as he picked up the final file.

I froze, thinking he was referring to my chest pain, but he hadn’t looked up.

He was asking about the earthquake.

After I handed him the files he retrieved my deposition notes from a puddle.

I don’t remember it raining, I thought, trying to not be annoyed with Sam for dropping my notes as well. He had been on edge all morning. I had expected him to be better after the deposition, but he’d lost his way and brought us out here.

There were no sprinklers in the alley. It wasn’t raining.

Where did the puddle come from?

I tried to dismiss the question. Small discrepancies bothered me. Water in the middle of a building bound alley didn’t make sense with all the heat. It was recent. Perhaps somebody had spilled it. My attention to detail was part of why I was an successful litigator.

“Five years, maybe,” I said.

I shrugged, waiting for another tremor to pass that was smaller than the first. Even though I wasn’t at risk of falling I took hold of the dumpster again with my slime covered hand figuring it couldn’t get any worse. Sam almost dropped the files again but was able to maintain his grip, just barely keeping my notes from falling back into the puddle.

I looked at my pants, realized my expensive suit would bring a costly bill and wiped my hand off as best I could on the cement wall of the building.

It was like rubbing it on coarse sandpaper and probably about as useful. 

When I pulled it away most the muck was still there, so I tried again while keeping my ears open, listening for signs of how bad the quake had been. The buildings and alley appeared fine, but there would be damage, there always was.

It was unusually quiet.

I was opening my mouth to suggest Sam pull out his phone to check the news when a siren broke the silence. It was followed by several more. The little oddity had just been a passing fancy.

I chuckled, earning a strange look from Sam. The last four months had been stressful. Everybody told me to relax, urging me to lay in bed and rest. That had been the most challenging thing I’d ever done.

How could I relax in bed? All I had to think about was my near brush with death. Give me a stack of files?

That would be relaxing.  

I scraped my hand on the brick one more time and gave up, wiping it on my pants without looking at the smear it left. I could afford to get them cleaned. When I looked at Sam, he had his hands in the air.

I thought it was a joke until I saw a masked man with a pistol. He stood underneath a security camera, facing away as if he knew it was there. “Freeze!” the man pointed his gun at me. His eyes were red, making me think of an alcoholic. Or a drug addict. I put my own hands in the air.

“Give me your wallet!” he said.

“Sure thing,” I said without moving. “You want me to reach into my pocket?”

The man screamed, shouted an obscenity, and alternated between pointing the gun at Sam and me. “Wallets! Cellphones too.” The cartoonish mask covered most his face, including his mouth.

I still didn’t move.

He was agitated and probably strung out on something, seeing as how he hadn’t answered my question. I wasn’t going to reach into my pocket only to get shot because he thought I was going for a weapon. I would do nothing until he gave me more specific instructions.

“You can have my wallet—buy all you want on my cards while you can—but there can’t be any surprises. I’ll do exactly what you say once you tell me how to do it.”

From my peripheral vision I noticed Sam still had his hands in the air. The mugger needed to specify exactly what he wanted us to do or otherwise allay my concerns that he wasn’t high as a kite.

I’d been mugged twice before. The second time hadn’t even been a bother because I knew the drill. I knew what he was going to do. I knew what I was going to do. We’d played our parts and moved on.

As I stared into the man’s eyes I realized that wasn’t likely to be the case today. Things would get messy quick if we weren’t careful.

I wasn’t worried about what I’d lose by giving him almost everything I had.

When I went into the city I only carried credit cards and had a backup cellphone hidden in a less conspicuous place on my person. A partner at our firm had recommended this after my first mugging.

The man shook, his hand vibrating so much that if he did pull the trigger, odds were good he’d miss. He looked at me as if just realizing what he was doing, like he was coming out of a drug induced haze.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” I said in as soothing of a voice as I could manage. “You’re going to get everything you want. Please just tell us what to do.”

Right after the second mugging I had called Sandy—my secretary—and by the time I’d returned to my office all my cards had been canceled and new ones were on the way. I hadn’t missed a beat. I had even billed a full ten hours that day.

I had not been able to do that after the first.

If Sam had taken my advice, he would be similarly prepared and we could deal with this in short order. The crook could have our phones and wallets. It wouldn’t even be a problem. Sandy might even have a new smartphone for me by the time I returned to the office.

“Wallets!” The mugger screamed. “Now!” 

Neither Sam nor I moved, something was off about his voice.

“Look, friend,” I said, trying to think of a way to make this easier. “Do I have permission to reach into my pocket and pull them out?”

“Give me your wallets, now!”

I shook my head and wondered what to do next. My last mugger had been calm and professional. This experience made me think of that fondly.

The mugger was taking too long. He was agitated.

The last thing I would do was reach into my pocket, he’d shoot me for sure.

Things are likely to go wrong either way.

Sam still said nothing. I couldn’t get a read on where he was because he was a few feet ahead.

I took another stab. “Friend. My wallet is in my right suit coat pocket, my smartphone is in the left. You are welcome to them.” I nodded at Sam. “I’m sure he’ll happily give you his. You are going to walk away with everything you want. If you will calm down—”

“Give me your wallets, now!” he screamed.

 Before I’d spoken he’d still been turning the pistol between Sam and me but now it was just on me.

The strange mask had slipped, giving me a better look at his eyes. What I’d taken for bloodshot eyes before appeared to be a reflection of his mask. I’d expected to see wide unfocused eyes, but what I saw was more concerning.

His eyes were calm.

It was all an act.

Why?

A sick feeling formed in my chest, a stab of panic rising in the back of my mind.

Something was very wrong.

“Give me your wallet now!”

I finally realized what sounded wrong with the man’s voice. It wasn’t his voice at all.

It was a recording.

Why the act? Why the recording? I looked at the wet spot on the ground. Why the puddle in the alley on a hot day?

“What are you doing?” I asked the man, taking a calculated risk. “Why won’t you give me instructions?” I wasn’t ready to call him on the recording just yet.

I wanted to make him use his voice if I could.

He stepped back and pointed the weapon at me with both hands. I expected him to make another request, but he pulled the trigger.

Warmth blossomed on my chest.

I looked down and saw red covering my pinstripe shirt. In a distant part of my mind that was fast losing its ability to focus I realized the scarlet liquid came from me.

My blood.

As my knees buckled, I made an involuntary gasp. My legs crumpled. My head hit the asphalt with a crunch, but the pain was detached from me.

The last thing I remembered was Sam turning as a plane flew overhead.

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Dead Man’s Game is out!

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Death is just the beginning.

Earl Anderson takes a wrong turn and is shot dead in a mugging gone bad. The next thing he knows he is on a foreign world and has been conscripted into an intergalactic army.

He fears for his wife and baby son back on earth. He will do anything to find them, even go along with his captors as he awaits an opportunity to escape. Events outpace him as he tries to figure out what happened and how to escape.

He courts death at every turn as he fights his way forward in a situation that makes no sense. 

Unable to discern truth from fiction, Earl works to subvert his captors in a struggle for his life, not knowing how things hang in the balance for humanity or even if his family still lives. If you like space opera and military science fiction, this book is for you. Pick up your copy today!

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“Wallets!” The mugger screamed. “Now!” 

Neither Sam nor I moved, something was off about his voice. 

“Look, friend,” I said, trying to think of a way to make this easier. “Do I have permission to reach into my pocket and pull them out?”

“Give me your wallets, now!” 

I shook my head and wondered what to do next. My last mugger had been calm and professional. This experience made me think of that fondly.

The mugger was taking too long. He was agitated. 

The last thing I would do was reach into my pocket, he’d shoot me for sure. 

Things are likely to go wrong either way. 

Sam still said nothing. I couldn’t get a read on where he was because he was a few feet ahead. 

I took another stab. “Friend. My wallet is in my right suit coat pocket, my smartphone is in the left. You are welcome to them.” I nodded at Sam. “I’m sure he’ll happily give you his. You are going to walk away with everything you want. If you will calm down—” 

“Give me your wallets, now!” he screamed.

Before I’d spoken he’d still been turning the pistol between Sam and me but now it was just on me. 

The strange mask had slipped, giving me a better look at his eyes. What I’d taken for bloodshot eyes before appeared to be a reflection of his mask. I’d expected to see wide unfocused eyes, but what I saw was more concerning. 

His eyes were calm. 

It was all an act. 

Why? 

A sick feeling formed in my chest, a stab of panic rising in the back of my mind. 

Something was very wrong. 

“Give me your wallet now!” 

I finally realized what sounded wrong with the man’s voice. It wasn’t his voice at all. 
It was a recording.

Why the act? Why the recording? I looked at the wet spot on the ground. Why the puddle in the alley on a hot day?

“What are you doing?” I asked the man, taking a calculated risk. “Why won’t you give me instructions?” I wasn’t ready to call him on the recording just yet. 

I wanted to make him use his voice if I could. 

He stepped back and pointed the weapon at me with both hands. I expected him to make another request, but he pulled the trigger. 

Warmth blossomed on my chest. 

I looked down and saw red covering my pinstripe shirt. In a distant part of my mind that was fast losing its ability to focus I realized the scarlet liquid came from me.

My blood. 

As my knees buckled, I made an involuntary gasp. My legs crumpled. My head hit the asphalt with a crunch, but the pain was detached from me. 

The last thing I remembered was Sam turning as a plane flew overhead. 

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Blood Games – Episode 9

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This week’s episode features a chapter from Blood Games, Jake Ramsey Book #3, the first book Black Brick is available as a free ebook from most ebook vendors. Here is an excerpt from the show:

KRIS GAVE ME A tight smile when she arrived at the main entrance of the office building. Her dark hair had been twisted into a bun, and she’d changed clothes since I’d last seen her. Earlier in the day she’d been wearing a suit, she now wore slacks and a white blouse. As she twisted the lock to open the door, I expected to receive a lecture or at least an admonition of some sort.

“Glad you came to your senses.” The smile didn’t touch her eyes, and her voice was cold, like she wanted to say something more but was refraining from doing so. I was glad to avoid the chastisement.

She had to come down from her office to let me in because it was after hours. As the glass door locked into place, I looked at the city. The firelight was visible in between buildings and the night sky was lit up to the point it looked like dawn, though it wasn’t yet midnight.

“You’re my only option to stop this.” I shrugged. At another time and place, I might not have said that, but I was tired and frustrated. If she misinterpreted my words to think I was either desperate or vulnerable, she’d soon learn the truth.

I was neither and was prepared to leave at the first sign this wasn’t working. Or if it became apparent Maxine’s intentions were like that of Reed and Peck.

Kris shook her head. “If I ever find out you had anything–” She stopped when she saw my glare.

“You know better than that,” I said pointedly, pushing past her and into the lobby. I was tired of people being taken in by those videos. If I were ever arrested and put on trial–something that became more likely the longer I stayed in the city–I wouldn’t have a prayer.

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Blood Games – Episode 8

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This week’s episode features a chapter from Blood Games, Jake Ramsey Book #3, the first book Black Brick is available as a free ebook from most ebook vendors. Here is an excerpt from the show:

MY HANDS WERE CLENCHED in fists as I watched the fire burn. People were sure to die just as they had during the Market Street and old Diggon headquarters bombings. It was with grim satisfaction that I thought of how I’d foiled Reed’s plans for Reading Market.

I wished I could have figured out his plan today and somehow stopped it. I was too limited in what I could do alone.

Reed had been going out of his way to minimize the death count but one person more would have been too much. There wouldn’t be just one death today. I feared dozens would lose their lives. I could see ambulances on the other side of the fire. 

It fanned the flames of my rage, making me wish I had Reed at hand so I could throttle him until he no longer breathed. He would use this fire just like he’d used all the other incidents to further cement the children to him and his cause.

Once I caught up to Margaret and Benji, it was going to be difficult to get them to recognize Reed had been behind all this death and mayhem. I doubted they ever would. They weren’t going to take that message from me.

What did Reed hope to gain from all this destruction? Why turn his focus to his own company? At first, I’d thought he’d just been trying to prove his value to Peck. After taking down the old Diggon headquarters and giving Peck a black eye for his refusal to turn over any information on me before the Reading Market incident, I’d decided he’d been trying to drive down the price of Diggon’s shares. He’d been successful for a time, but that was short lived because Spectrum downloads had shot to the top of the charts. 

It didn’t make any sense for Reed to target DataRader. I figured Reed was insane but had thought there would be a method to his madness.

 

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Blood Games – Episode 7

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This week’s episode features a chapter from Blood Games, Jake Ramsey Book #3, the first book Black Brick is available as a free ebook from most ebook vendors. Here is an excerpt from the show:

AS I WALKED AWAY from Kris, I noticed that the people on the street seemed quieter than normal. I pulled out my smartphone which–was still on, even though I knew better–to see if Spectrum had noticed my presence and sent out an alert.

It had not. I was in the clear.

Most people were still talking while going about their business but they also kept looking about as if expecting something to happen.

It was a sign of our times that word of the threat had spread so quickly. It hadn’t been more than ten minutes since Jolene had walked in with the video, but it seemed everybody knew of it. Or had at least picked up on the increased tension of those around them.  

I passed a bench with people waiting for a bus, several of whom were viewing the video on a phone with the sound turned all the way up. Others had crowded in from all sides to see what it was about. As I looked away from them I tried to keep the fear from showing on my face but it was difficult.

There was little more than makeup, a few strips of latex, and a hat keeping me from being recognized.

I was surrounded by people who had a fresh image of my face in their mind. As I passed a man who stood with his back up against a light post I noticed he’d just opened the Spectrum app. He hadn’t looked at me so I figured I was in the clear, he was just checking.

Peck’s network of ears was growing exponentially because of the new threat.

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Blood Games – Episode 6

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This week’s episode features a chapter from Blood Games, Jake Ramsey Book #3, the first book Black Brick is available as a free ebook from most ebook vendors. Here is an excerpt from the show:

I WENT TO THE conference room door intent on getting out of the building as quick as possible. Why was Reed taking aim at his own company? He had just changed his strategy, and I needed to figure out why.

The statement from the fake me that DataRader had been naughty made me think Reed was about to aim a terrorist attack at his own company. It was a bold move that made me wonder about his motives.

I had assumed he had targeted Diggon to push down the price of their shares to leverage a better deal for the acquisition. Which made sense if they’d planned to pay him in stock.

He was upping the ante by attacking his own company. Was he trying to direct suspicion away from him? The thought resonated with me. If I were him, it was what I would do if somebody were getting close to figuring out what I was doing.

His efforts hadn’t worked on me. And I hadn’t even done him damage. That meant I might not be the only person who was on to him. If there were somebody else that suspected Reed, they’d hopefully be smart enough to see through the ruse.

Or maybe he’s trying to get some free publicity of his own? I wondered. I’d have to check the popularity of his FaceRec app. This could just be an effort to goose lackluster downloads.

I liked to think there was somebody else out there working on getting at Reed. If I could team up with such a person, we’d have a better chance of taking him down.

All I have to do is get close enough to put a bullet in his head, I thought as I grabbed the door handle. 

“Who’s behind this, Jake?” Kris asked, latching onto my arm and trying to pull me back into the room. I shook her off me. “I don’t know.”

“You have your suspicions,” Maxine said. It wasn’t a question.

 

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Blood Games – Episode 5

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This week’s episode features a chapter from Blood Games, Jake Ramsey Book #3, the first book Black Brick is available as a free ebook from most ebook vendors. Here is an excerpt from the show:

KRIS GAVE ME A toothy smile that lacked even the hint of an apology for the deception. Not only that, she was enjoying the moment. Every single time she’d referred to her boss she had always acted as if she were speaking of a man. Even right before we’d come into this office, Kris had still been intent on maintaining the lie. I had noticed a slight hesitation but had thought it was nothing.

“You should have told me,” I muttered under my breath.

“What difference does it make?”

I frowned, looking her in the eyes. “How can I trust somebody who lies to me?”

Why would Kris do this? Had she thought I’d be less likely to come if I’d known she worked for a woman? I hadn’t wanted to come at all, it wouldn’t have mattered if her boss was a circus monkey who flipped pancakes. 

“Don’t be angry with her, Jake,” the woman said. “Kris did as I wanted. There are reasons for the deception, I assure you. She was following orders.”

I shook my head, not sure what to say or even what to think.

“I don’t like being lied to. False pretenses don’t sit well with me.”

The woman smiled. “I wanted to force you to come in. Kris talked me out of it.”

“Smart,” I said. “You would have had to disarm me. That’s when I’m at my most dangerous.”

Kris kicked my foot, and I caught her muttering something about pointless macho bravado. That had nothing to do with it. I was telling the truth. Put me in a corner, and my claws came out. Lucky for them I still had my weapons. And they hadn’t tried to take them away.

 

 

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Blood Games – Episode 4

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This week’s episode features a chapter from Blood Games, Jake Ramsey Book #3, the first book Black Brick is available as a free ebook from most ebook vendors. Here is an excerpt from the show:

THE SILENCE IN THE car became awkward while I decided how to respond to Kris’ demand. I wasn’t surprised she was using my current situation as leverage but I could have avoided it altogether. It had been a mistake to get into her car but I’d been presented with an easy option. I’d taken it before I had a chance to consider all the consequences.

The driver looked at me in the rearview mirror, trying to gauge my reaction to her words. He had blonde hair and was pushing fifty. The muscles of his arms bulged when he turned the wheel. He had thirty pounds on me.

I checked behind us to make sure we weren’t being followed. Everything had happened so quickly that I’d expected to see a black Suburban behind us.

“Do you have real plates on this truck?” I asked. “Are they going to track you?”

“Don’t worry, Jake. We’re not a fly by night organization.” She gave me a wry smile. “You weren’t able to track me, were you?”

If I would have known you would take advantage of me, I thought, I would have tried much harder. My attempts to follow her had not been thorough. I’d done it to see how well she protected herself as much as anything.  

I spent several minutes focusing on my breathing to keep my anger at bay, it was swarming in my chest like a hive of bees that had just been kicked over. Most of it wasn’t directed at Kris. A portion was aimed at myself but the rest was for Reed and how close his people had come to me.

Still, after everything that had happened, he was trying to persuade me to join him. It didn’t make any sense; especially, considering how he was using fake videos of me to manipulate public opinion.

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