ANOMALY.MIL (The Conspiracy Series Book One): A Romantic Suspence Novel Read Online Free PDF

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    "Gunner was not there to protect her." He knew. Ansel could tell by his stance. The way Gunner had his gun drawn, ready for action.
    "How do you know?"
    Because he had been on similar missions. The thought flashed in his mind and Ansel scoffed, shaking his head. He could not believe he was going to have to spell it out for his brother-in-law.
    Thankfully, he didn't have to.
    "Wait." Seneca scrunched up her little nose. "If Cat went with the Feds, then why was a highly trained, and I assume very expensive to deploy, military unit sent to your house to kill her…or Dave. Which is far less likely as they could have just waited at Microsoft instead?"
    That was a good question. The only question.
    Either two branches of the government had a major communications breakdown, or one of those branches had their own agenda, and he knew which one. General Hawkins . It was no coincidence that a three-star general shows up at his office looking for him on the day his sister disappears.
    Damn, it was his fault.
    But why? What had he done to provoke such decisive action? He racked his brain, but could think of no reason that he would be disavowed. And besides, the government never killed the families of disavowed assets. They just arranged accidents for those operatives, or sent guys into action with no chance of getting out.
    So, why break their unwritten rule now?
    "We're here," Ansel announced, pulling into the dim parking garage of a seedy motel that loved cash, and intentionally left the place camera-free.
    He pulled up next to an old Chevy pickup with rusty blue paint, and an even rougher looking toolbox bolted to the back.
    Twisting around to look at his passengers, Ansel ordered them both, "Until we're in our rooms, you will do exactly what I say, when I say it. Understand?" 
    They both nodded, and Ansel got to work.
    "Dave, get my bags out of the back of the car then put them in the toolbox of that truck," he said, jerking his head in the direction of the pickup. "Here's the key."
    "On it," his brother-in-law nodded, and got out of the car to get started.
    "Seneca, do you have any makeup with you?"
    She looked confused. "Yeah?"
    "Put more on, heavy, but not like you're in a play." Her nod was tentative, but he kept talking. "Then get your hair out of that ponytail, and let it hang loose. Once you’ve done that, come help me."
    Ansel hopped out of the Ford Escape, and was surprised by how cold it had gotten. He walked to the back of the pickup, and was glad to see that it had started to rain.
    The clouds would obstruct the satellite images, and make it much harder to track them. But Ansel knew Gunner, the guy was relentless—the rain would only slow him down. He needed to hurry.
    Reaching down to the bottom of the toolbox, he pulled out a wrench before Dave covered it up with their luggage. Ansel walked around to the back of the SUV then pulled a small bag off of Dave's shoulder.
    "We're gonna need this," he said, setting it back in the Escape.
    The hidden compartment at the back of his nondescript SUV was not easy to access. It took a minute before he could open it without scratching the inside of the car, giving away its location.
    He carefully laid the heavy plastic panel down, and reached in for two new license plates. One for the truck, and one for the Ford Escape. When he had switched the plates out, Ansel stored the old ones in the hidden compartment, and tossed the wrench back in the toolbox before locking it.
    "Carry this." Ansel handed Dave the small bag then checked that both vehicles were secured.
    By then, Seneca had gotten out of the car with her purse, and he smiled at the dramatic transformation.
    "How's this?" she asked, distaste pulling at her upper lip.
    "Not bad." He set down the suitcase in his hand, and moved her closer to a garage light.
    The first thing Ansel did was mess up her perfectly combed hair, so that Seneca looked like she had just gotten out of bed.  Next, he smudged the heavy brown