Hard Kill (Jon Reznick, #2)

by J.B. Turner

The headlights appeared out of the darkness on the dirt road that led to Jon Reznick’s isolated home. He was sitting on his front porch with a mug of strong black coffee, trying to figure out whether he should reach for his Beretta. He didn’t often get visitors to his oceanfront

gulped down the rest of his coffee as he was bathed in the harsh headlights of the oncoming cars. The tires crunched the bone-dry earth, rutted by the current heat wave. The birds in the trees took flight. Three vehicles? The lead car, a black Suburban, pulled

wearing a dark suit and tie emerged. He walked toward Reznick and flashed a badge. “Special Agent in Charge of Boston, Jimmy Richards,” he said. Perspiration beaded

Assistant Director Martha Meyerstein.” “About what?” “I think it’s better if you come with me.” “Not possible.” “Excuse me?” “I’m catching a flight down to New York later this morning to visit my daughter.” “That might be a problem. You’re required to come