The Rule of Threes (Special Agent Constant Marlowe)

by Jeffery Deaver

Constant Marlowe dodged his fierce blows, keeping to her toes mostly—footwork, always footwork. She could see he hadn’t expected a boxer. Which is what Marlowe was. She had been a titled amateur and pro. Her first name had come from a reporter who’d described her in an article as a fighter who trounced her opponents with a “constant” barrage of blows. The day after that story ran, she went to the courthouse and dropped her parents’ choice—Prudence—in favor of the journalist’s delightful adjective.

She’d read what Quill had given her. “You’re white supremacists and want to cleanse the country of people of color.” “Granted. There’s that. But not by killing anybody. Just move them somewhere. An island. Or Canada.”