In Harm's Way Tapa blanda - 2010

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EXCERPT FROM CATALOG I shouldn't have come. The knot in Rachel's stomach tightened, and she squeezed her laced fingers, whitening the knuckles. She'd never been claustrophobic, but the walls of the small, sterile interview room off the lobby in the glass and concrete FBI office building in downtown St. Louis seemed to be closing in on her. With each minute that passed--ten and a half so far--she grew more uncomfortable. The temptation to flee before she made a total fool of herself was strong. But her feelings about the doll were stronger. Strong enough to counter the dubious glance the woman behind the bullet-proof glass in the reception area had given her. And strong enough to convince her that she needed to pass the doll on to someone who was in a position to investigate--whether they chose to or not. *** Pausing outside the door to the interview room, Nick Bradley adjusted his jacket and grasped the knob. Professional, polite, fast. That was his plan. "Sorry to keep you waiting." He shut the door behind him and held out his hand to the slim woman who had been seated at the interview table. As she returned his firm grip, her slender fingers cold and not quite steady, he did a rapid assessment. Height about five-six. Weight one-fifteen, one-twenty, tops. Shoulder-length brown hair with auburn highlights, parted on the left side. Velvet brown eyes fringed by long lashes her copper-rimmed glasses couldn't camouflage. Classic oval face, pert nose, long, slender neck. Minimal makeup. Her black slacks hugged trim hips, and a gold filigree cross on a slender chain rested against her plum-colored turtleneck. A pretty woman. Who didn't want to be here.

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• Library Journal, 04/15/2010, Page 68
• Publishers Weekly, 02/01/2010, Page 36
• Romantic Times, 04/01/2010, Page 68