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There was no mistaking her daughter’s handwriting. And the words… “If you’re reading this, I’m already dead.

Elizabeth Heiter

There was no mistaking her daughter’s handwriting. And the words… “If you’re reading this, I’m already dead.

Elizabeth Heiter
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Nine people had died today. And it didn't matter what the FBI had thought of her actions. Her career as a negotiator had ended before it had even begun.
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He also had deep brown eyes, light brown skin and an infectious grin, even in the middle of a grueling SWAT workout. In short, exactly her type. If only he wasn't a teammate, making him off-limits. And if only she didn't have baggage from her past that weighed more than he did.
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After all these years, he couldn't believe he'd recognized her so instantly. He prayed that she wouldn't recognize him, but as her eyes widened, he knew she had."Marcos?" she breathed.And his worst nightmare came true. His cover was blown.
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