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  SUZANNE BROCKMANN

  Gone Too Far

  “Sizzling with military intrigue and sexual tension, with characters so vivid they leap right off the page, Gone Too Far is a bold, brassy read with a momentum that just doesn’t quit.”

  —TESS GERRITSEN

  The Defiant Hero

  CHOSEN BY ROMANCE WRITERS OF AMERICA AS THE #2 ROMANCE OF 2001

  “A smart, thrilling keeper … While heating tension and passion to the boiling point, Brockmann firmly squashes the cliché of military men with hearts of stone and imbues her SEALs with honest emotional courage.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  The Unsung Hero

  CHOSEN BY ROMANCE WRITERS OF AMERICA AS THE #1 ROMANCE OF 2000

  WINNER OF THE

  ROMANCE WRITERS GOLDEN LEAF AWARD

  “A novel that is richly textured, tenderly touching, and utterly exciting. This is one book you will be unable to put down or forget!”

  —Romantic Times

  Bodyguard

  WINNER OF A RITA AWARD

  “Count on Ms. Brockmann to deliver a thoughtful and tightly woven plot with plenty of action.”

  —The Romance Journal

  Over the Edge

  CHOSEN BY ROMANCE WRITERS OF AMERICA AS THE #1 ROMANCE OF 2001

  “A taut, edgy thriller.”

  —LINDA HOWARD

  Out of Control

  “Brockmann consistently turns out first-rate novels that tug on the reader’s heartstrings, and her latest is no exception.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  Into the Night

  “Exciting, poignant, and all-too-believable. In Into the Night, Brockmann really delivers.…”

  —LINDA HOWARD

  Other titles by Suzanne Brockmann

  HEARTTHROB

  THE UNSUNG HERO

  THE DEFIANT HERO

  OVER THE EDGE

  OUT OF CONTROL

  INTO THE NIGHT

  GONE TOO FAR

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  A Ballantine Book

  Published by The Random House Publishing Group

  Copyright © 1999 by Suzanne Brockmann

  Excerpt from Flashpoint copyright © 2004 by Suzanne Brockmann

  All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. Published in the United States by The Random House Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.

  Ballantine and colophon are registered trademarks of Random House, Inc.

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  This book contains an excerpt from the forthcoming book Flashpoint by Suzanne Brockmann. This excerpt has been set for this edition only and may not reflect the final content of the forthcoming edition.

  eISBN: 978-0-345-47213-7

  v3.1

  For Ed, Eric, Bill, and Scott, the survivors of the “Small or Large” incident, and brave Kathy who stayed in orbit with V’ger Snacktray. Thanks for Katonah.

  Contents

  Cover

  Other Books by This Author

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Epilogue

  Preview of Flashpoint

  One

  “OKAY,” GEORGE FAULKNER said, quieting the group of men around the VCR in the coffee room, “any second now he’ll see what’s going on through the window and come in.”

  The video they were watching wasn’t a typical blurry security tape. It was from a state-of-the-art surveillance setup, complete with audio track—designed to stop the sale of drugs among the broccoli and cantaloupes—paid for by the owner of a chain of New York City markets.

  Just hours ago, the camera hadn’t caught an illegal drug transaction on video but rather a robbery attempt that easily could have escalated into a multiple homicide.

  Three perps, strung out beyond belief, had just shot the young store clerk. A very young teenage girl cowered by the front counter, weeping silently. One of the robbers—a short Hispanic kid with a bandanna around his head—had gone back behind the counter and was trying to open the cash register.

  The second perp, the man who’d shot the clerk, was so high he couldn’t stand still. He danced around nervously near the door, a .38 clutched in his hand. The third was a tall, painfully gaunt man who stood threateningly close to the girl, watching intently as Bandanna wrestled with the cash register.

  “Here he comes,” George murmured.

  The door opened.

  All three men looked up.

  Harry O’Dell, George’s partner in the Bureau for the past eight months, walked into the market as if their guns didn’t exist. In fact, he was moving a lot like the dancer, as if he, too, had just shot something toxic into his veins. It wasn’t until he was all the way up to the checkout counter that the overhead light glinted off the gun he held in his own hand.

  The bandanna-wearer and the skinny man saw it at the exact same second, but it was already too late. Harry had aimed it directly between Bandanna’s eyes at close to point-blank range. “Empty the cash register!” he shouted. “Nobody moves fast, nobody gets hurt!”

  “Holy God.” The precinct’s lieutenant was standing next to George, watching the tape. “He’s pretending to rob the store. Is he completely insane?”

  George nodded. “Watch. It gets better.”

  The dancer’s indignation was off the scale. “You can’t fucking hit this place, man, we’re hitting this place.”

  Harry turned and looked around the room, as if taking in the other guns and the cowering teenager for the very first time. “What do you mean, I can’t hit this place? You got some kind of agreement with the owner says you’re the only ones can rip him off?”

  He leaned over the counter to look down at the clerk who was out cold on the floor, bleeding. Harry’s sharp gaze quickly assessed how badly the kid was hurt. George knew Harry saw the blood staining the clerk’s pants, and that he could tell the worst of his injuries were from hitting his head when he fell.

  “Damn, you shot this guy in the ass. What, were you afraid he was going to sit on you?” Harry laughed uproariously at his own joke.

  “He is insane,” murmured one of the detectives watching the tape.

  On the tape, the dancer wasn’t happy. “Go away, man. I’m warning you!”

  Harry snorted. “You go away. I’ve been planning this job for days. Weeks.”

  “Yo, we was here first!” Bandanna joined the shouting match.

  “Screw you. I’m here now! What gives you the right to come in here ten minutes too early and screw up my job, anyway? Go the fuck home and leave this to a professional.”

  Bandanna laughed in disbelief. “A professional? Look at you, man! Who the hell does a holdup in a freaking suit? Not just a suit—a shitty suit that you’ve been sleeping in for three weeks.”

  “Oh,” Harry said quietly. “Perfect
. Now you’re slamming me for getting caught in the rain.” He began to shout again. “When I planned this job, I didn’t plan for it to rain, all right? Can you give me a fucking break here—”

  Skinny found his voice. “Yo, asshole, this is our territory.”

  Harry turned and looked more closely at him. “Hey, Fat Jimmy, is that you?” he asked, his tone changing abruptly again, softer now, as if his sudden anger were instantly forgotten.

  The skinny man looked behind him. “Fat who?”

  Harry shouted with laughter. “You wily old son of a bitch, it is you! We were in Walpole, up near Boston, in ’87 and ’88, remember? How the hell are you, Fatman?”

  The look on Skinny’s face was incredulous as Harry grabbed him in a bear hug. He struggled to get away. “I’m not Jimmy, and I’m not fat.”

  “Christ, you lost a lot of weight since prison, didn’t you? That fattening food up there really made it tough to keep those pounds off, huh, Jim? Hey—how the hell is Bennie Tessitada? You and the Benster were like blood brothers.”

  “Is this guy completely fearless, or what?” the lieutenant asked.

  “Or what,” George answered even though he knew the question was mostly rhetorical. “This is how he spends his first night off in seventeen weeks. Don’t misunderstand me, he doesn’t look for trouble. But somehow trouble always manages to find Harry.”

  On the tape, the dancer looked as if he wanted to use his gun. “Get the hell outta here, man! You’re messing things up.”

  “I’m messing things up?” Harry laughed. “I’m messing things up? You’re the geniuses shot the clerk in the ass before Einstein here realized he doesn’t know how to get the register drawer open. And you’re doing this in front of an audience, to boot.” He focused on the girl. “What the hell are you looking at? Get out of here. Go home!”

  She was as terrified of Harry as she was of the three perps, but she tossed her blonde hair defiantly even as tears streamed down her face. “I’m not leaving Bobby.”

  “What the fuck you doing, man?” The dancer was even more upset. “You can’t let her go. She’s our hostage!”

  “Wait a minute,” Harry said, lifting the girl’s chin and looking at her from both sides. “Oh, man. Of all your stupid choices tonight, guys, holding her hostage’s got to win the stupid award. Don’t you know who this girl is?” He didn’t wait for them to answer. “She’s Tina Marie D’Angelo. She’s Antonio D’Angelo’s daughter. He runs most of Newark, and while Jersey might seem like very far away to you, D’Angelo has very, very long arms. If you don’t want him to reach out and touch you with a couple of bullets in the back of the head, you might want to help me show Tina here to the door.”

  Skinny and the bandanna were properly taken aback, but the girl was not cooperating. “I’m not—”

  Harry yanked her toward him and she shrieked with alarm. “I’ve got a message for your father, Tina.” He pulled her away from the perps, scowling. “It’s private—do you mind?”

  He leaned close to the girl, whispering into her ear. And just like that, visibly, she calmed.

  “He’s telling her he’s FBI, and he needs her out of there before he can help the clerk,” George said. “He’s promising her that he’ll die himself before he lets anything else happen to Bobby.”

  And the girl believed him. Or at least she did after she looked up into Harry’s eyes. His back was to the perps, and as he gave the girl a reassuring smile, all the craziness left his face. “I promise,” he whispered.

  She decided to trust him and she nodded.

  “Go,” he said, and she bolted for the door.

  Harry moved with her, blocking her in case one of the perps got startled. He already knew they were trigger-happy sons of bitches.

  “Good job clearing the room,” the police lieutenant said.

  “You shouldn’ta let her go, man.” Dancer was pissed. “Now, something goes wrong, we don’t have a hostage.”

  “No way do we want Tony D’Angelo’s kid for a hostage,” the bandanna said earnestly.

  “That was bullshit.” The dancer spat on the floor. “She don’t look Italian.” He had to use two hands to level his gun at Harry. “You’re fucking this up, man. I oughta fucking shoot you!”

  For the first time since he’d come in, Harry stood absolutely still, looking directly down the barrel of that gun, looking straight into the man’s eyes.

  “You wanna shoot me?” he asked. His voice was so quiet the police lieutenant had to lean forward, straining to hear. “Go ahead and shoot me. I don’t care. But you can bet your life, you shoot me—even in the head—I’ll shoot you before I hit the floor.”

  No one moved, not in the market, not in the coffee room. No one so much as breathed. Except George, who shook his head and laughed. “He does this all the time. He really doesn’t care—which can be a little disconcerting. I’ve got to admit, when we’re in a car together, I no longer let him drive.”

  On the tape, the dancer lowered his gun.

  Harry burst into sudden laughter, moving back behind the counter. Skinny and the dancer exchanged uneasy looks. George knew they were thinking that whoever this guy was, he was definitely crazed. They were probably right.

  “Outta my way, kid,” Harry pushed the bandanna-wearer aside, effectively putting himself between the clerk and the perps. “I can get this thing open.” He reached down underneath the counter with his free hand. “What you’ve gotta do is find the secret release button, and it’s right … here.”

  Around them, a piercing alarm went off.

  “You dumb shit!” the skinny man shouted. “That’s the alarm. Now the police are definitely gonna come.”

  Harry smiled and raised his gun. “No, friend, the police are already here. Hands up, no one move—you stupid motherfuckers are under arrest.”

  That was when the shooting started.

  But Harry being Harry, it was over almost before it began.

  * * *

  Every light was on in the house.

  Alessandra Lamont pulled into her driveway and just sat, looking at the Tudor-style monster she’d called her home for the past seven years.

  When she’d gone out to visit Jane at the Northshore Children’s Hospital not quite three hours ago, she’d only left the hall light burning.

  Now every light was on. And every window was broken.

  Less than three hours ago, the last of the cleaning teams had left. Less than three hours ago, the house had been pristine and perfect, ready for Sunday morning’s real estate open house showing.

  She leaned forward slightly to get a better look out the windshield. Yes, indeed, every window—including the round stained-glass antique over the front door—had been shattered.

  It had been a very bad year, and it obviously wasn’t over yet.

  In January, Griffin Lamont had rung out the old and ushered in the new. And at twenty-seven years of age, Alessandra had joined the washed-out ranks of the legendary first wives’ club. At twenty-seven years of age, she’d been traded in for a newer, shinier model. At twenty-seven, after being the center of attention at every party she’d ever attended, after being the Heisman of all trophy wives, she’d been all but put down to die.

  In February, she’d sat down at a table with Griffin and their lawyers and worked out a divorce agreement. He’d sat across from her, his blond hair perfect, his blue eyes expressionless behind his glasses, his handsome face showing no regret, no remorse, no sign that the past seven years had even existed. He’d given her everything she’d asked for, though. The house. All three cars. A substantial percentage of his liquid assets. Apparently, the only thing he wanted was the azalea bush that had belonged to his mother—the one just outside the kitchen door.

  Alessandra had thought she’d won a major victory, particularly when she’d set the paperwork in motion to adopt Jane. Eight months old, severely handicapped, and born with a heart defect, Jane was labeled unadoptable by Social Services and the nurses at the hospit
al where Alessandra did fund-raising volunteer work. She’d taken to stopping in the nursery several times a week, helping to give bottles and warm arms to the unwanted babies.

  Most babies didn’t stay unwanted for long, but Jane’s physical problems were daunting. Still, her smile was pure sunshine, and Alessandra had applied to adopt as a single parent. Months earlier, she had gathered her courage and approached Griffin about the possibility of adopting the baby, but he’d flatly refused: “No way. Was she crazy?”

  Maybe.

  And in February, she thought she’d won.

  Until March.

  In March, she’d discovered that the house was triple mortgaged to the hilt, the cars were leased, and Griffin had filed for bankruptcy. He was broke. There were no liquid assets. And as a result, she was broke.

  In March, Alessandra had received word that she had been turned down by the state. She wouldn’t be allowed to adopt Jane. With her finances in disarray, with the sheer amount of her debt, she no longer had the ways or means to care for the baby, particularly since she would be a single mother.

  Griffin’s leaving had hurt, but this broke her heart. No one else wanted the baby who had been named Jane Doe. What would become of her?

  Just tonight, Alessandra had found out that Jane would be placed in an institution as soon as she was strong enough to leave the hospital.

  January had been awful, February was bad, but March really took the cake.

  In March, Alessandra had found out that Griffin was wanted by the police in connection to a drug deal that had gone wrong. And later in March, the police had come to her door again, this time bringing her the news that her soon-to-be ex-husband had finally been found, his body washed up in the East River, near LaGuardia Airport. His hands had been tied, and the autopsy report revealed he’d been shot twice in the back of the head. He’d been the victim of a classic gangland slaying.

  It was terrible. She’d been angry with him, sure, but she hadn’t wished him dead.

  When the police questioned Alessandra, she’d told them she didn’t know who or what Griffin had been involved with.

 

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