Official Escort. Jean Barrett
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She was all his until Christmas…
Madeline must have heard their approach. She swung around to face them, and looked immediately wary to see Mitch with Neil, the officer who’d brought her to him. He tried to feel no emotion as they took each other’s measure.
Her admirers hadn’t exaggerated. She was everything he had heard—a tall, leggy beauty with amber eyes and a mane of dark red hair. What surprised him, though, was her youth. She couldn’t be more than in her early twenties. Still, there was a self-possession about her that he had to respect, considering she must be terrified.
“Madeline.” Neil introduced him. “This is Mitchell Hawke.
“Looks like I’ve been elected to take care of you,” Mitch said.
“Thank you,” she said simply.
If she was conscious of her looks and how they might be affecting a man she was meeting for the first time, she gave no indication of it. But Mitch was fully aware. And he didn’t like his reaction. Not one bit.
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Official Escort
Jean Barrett
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
If setting has anything to do with it, Jean Barrett claims she has no reason not to be inspired. She and her husband live on Wisconsin’s scenic Door Peninsula in an antique-filled country cottage overlooking Lake Michigan. A teacher for many years, she left the classroom to write full-time. She is the author of a number of romance novels.
Write to Jean at P.O. Box 623, Sister Bay, WI 54234. SASE appreciated.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Madeline Raeburn—On the run after witnessing a murder, she can trust no one, including her protector—a man who assaults her senses on every level.
Mitchell Hawke—Madeline Raeburn is the last woman on earth the hard-bitten P.I. wants to be responsible for. Though he will protect her with his life, he doesn’t have to like it—or her. But he does.
Griff Matisse—He is determined to destroy the woman who betrayed him—Madeline Raeburn.
Gloria Rodriguez—Without Madeline Raeburn, the worried assistant district attorney has no case.
Neil Stanek—The cop needs Mitch to protect a vital witness.
Angel—He is a killer without mercy.
Morrie Swanson, Dave Ennis and Hank Rosinski—The three San Francisco officers were Neil’s trusted friends. But could one of them be a cop gone bad?
To Chad
Here’s the one you asked for. May it bring you the same
luck in your career as in your card playing—
except when I’m in the game, of course.
To Connie
Mach’s gut immer.
And to Rebecca
May lucky horseshoes hang always
over your doorways.
Contents
Prologue
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
Prologue
San Francisco
She knew the risk in coming here. It would be the first place he’d look for her. But she couldn’t disappear without the collection that it had taken her years to accumulate. The precious objects could mean her survival in the months ahead.
But she must hurry, hurry. Take what she had come for and run before it was too late.
Madeline worked feverishly, thrusting the treasures one by one into the canvas satchel. She selected only those that were essential. The larger pieces weren’t easily portable and, regrettably, would have to be left behind.
One of the items slipped through her fingers and clattered on the bench. She retrieved it with a shaking hand and stuffed it deep into the satchel.
This is no good. You’re letting panic rule you. And, anyway, you’re probably exaggerating the danger. It was dark out in the hall. Griff couldn’t have had more than a fleeting glimpse of an unrecognizable shadow, before you turned and fled.
But Madeline wasn’t able to shake the image of his victim sinking to his knees with a bullet through his head. Horrifying!
The velvet pouch was the last of the collection to go into the satchel. She placed her purse on top. It contained the funds she had cleared out of her checking and meager savings account this afternoon. Thank God she’d had the sense to do that before going to the club.
Nothing else mattered in the apartment. Not her furniture, not even her clothes. All of it was expendable. Time to leave.
You’re going to make it.
She kept telling herself this as she picked up the heavy satchel and hurried toward the door. She made herself remember how lucky she had been that a cab had been cruising by when she’d burst out of the club. She had grabbed it and rushed straight to the apartment. That meant no wasted minutes. A comfortable head start on any pursuit. But she couldn’t shake her alarm, her awful sense of urgency.
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