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A light-hearted thriller introducing Mac & Jennie.

NOW AVAILABLE HERE ON AUDIBLE!

Some samples ...

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\"401 and 622 are out,\" she said, dropping room keys on the counter. \"Oh, and there's a body in 622,\" she said. \"And the lamp is broken.\"

The clerk stared at her.

\"You might want to call an ambulance before housekeeping gets there, but …\" Jennie shrugged. \"Your choice.\"

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Mac walked into the Manuel Crescencio Rejón International Airport in Mérida with sweat-soaked clothes, a five-day beard, and serious sunburn.

The United agent looked at him.

“Need a flight home,” he said in a dry, raspy voice.

“With that?” She looked at the machete in his hand.

“My carry-on.”

She stared, and then laughed. “All right, I give up. Who are you, and what can I do for you?”

“I was kidnapped. I’m desperately hungry, I have no money or clothes, and I need to go home. Type in my frequent flyer number, and we can get started.”

She looked past him, and he turned around. Four Mexican officers stood very close. “Can we help you, Señora? Is this man a problem?”

“No, we’re fine. He’ll be checking the machete.”

Apparently unconvinced, none of them moved. He turned back to the agent. “I have a credit card on file. Can I get a flight?”

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He opened the front door, saw the trash spilled all over the driveway, and suddenly knew what had happened. He ran to the street, saw tail-lights rounding the corner in the next block, and cursed.

“Can’t a couple just have a nice evening at home anymore?” he muttered. He got on the phone, and opened up the laptop on the kitchen table.

“What is your emergency?”

“My wife was just kidnapped. The car is probably a blue BMW, just now leaving the Blossom Creek Village subdivision.”

“Your wife was just kidnapped?”

“Yes, can we move a little quicker please?”

“What is your name, sir?”

“All right, look, I don’t have time for twenty questions. I’m going to chase them until you get there. Tell the police what I just told you! Here’s the number they can reach me on.” He hung up, logged into Jennie’s iCloud account and hit the “Find my iPhone” utility.

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Please see the \"sample\" PDF for more excerpts from this first story with Mac and Jennie!

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