Pledging to Die (An FBI/Romance Thriller Book 11) Read Online Free PDF Page A

see her gut was still on target. Now, if she only had a gun to keep herself safe, Johanna might make it through this alive.
    “Jason, I need you.”
    He hustled her way, trying not to look suspicious. It didn't take long to arrive at her side. When he did, he understood. “Is that…”
    She nodded.
    “We gotta call this in.”
    Her hand went to his arm. “We can’t do it as the FBI. We have to stay under—now more than ever. I’m going to have to be the one who does it. We have to keep our cover no matter what. This took the Blackhawks weeks to set up.”
    He stared down at the woman’s broken body. She had gashes and holes in her flesh where it looked like some animal had been digging into her corpse.
    He agreed.
    Leaning down, Jason touched her throat. “She’s still warm, so she’s been dead only a short time.”
    Yeah, this sucked.
    “You must have interrupted the killer.”
    Great.
    That was just awesome.
    “Well, you’re the lead on this one, Joey. What do you want to do?” he asked, looking around. No one was there, and that meant they were in good shape.
    “Get out of here. I’m going to get some attention.”
    He lifted a brow. “Okay,” he said, escaping away from the scene, making sure no one saw him.
    When he was across the quad, he heard her terrified screams. They were blood curdling. They pierced the night and sounded just like a woman who’d stumbled across a body.
    His partner was good.
    Damn good. 
    Lights flashed on in the dorms as Johanna earned herself an academy award that night. In the shadows, she drew the maximum attention when people came rushing from the safety of their buildings.
    In the meantime, he called the cops to report it.
    Well, this answered a big question. 
    It looked like the missing women didn't end up in the sex trade.
     
    If this was any indication, they were dead.
     
    They had one hell of a problem on their hands.
     
     
     
     
                     * * *   B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x   * * *
     
     
     
     
    Quantico Recertification
                  Training
          Monday Morning
     
     
     
     
    The bitch was back.
    She was in her glory.
    There was nothing Elizabeth Blackhawk liked more than recertifying with the rest of the newbie Feds. In order to get back out in the field, post maternity leave, she had to fight and shoot her way back up the ranks. She’d put it off long enough while she was handling the Oracle situation, and now it was time.
    She was looking forward to it.
    While little Charlie was safely at home with granddad Wyler, her momma was on the cusp of kicking ass and taking names. This day mattered to her more than most. It was about proving herself.
    To the FBI.
    To her partners.
    To herself.
    While she could do a recertification with the other directors, Elizabeth didn't want that. They took it easy on the higher-ups, and she wanted to prove that she wasn’t going soft, sitting behind a desk.
    She was stronger.
    Faster.
    And better.
    There was so much to prove when you were a woman, but a woman past forty in the FBI? You had to work hard for it. The second Charlie had been born, the training began. The morning runs, the weights, and the shooting practice. It was all part of what had finally arrived.
    She was in the best shape of her life, and Elizabeth could even outrun her men. When they hit the street to do the four in the morning run, she whipped their asses.
    That was her crowning achievement. Never before could she outdo Ethan Blackhawk in a street race, and now…she owned it.
    It made Elizabeth proud.
    Her body was just as strong as it was when she was in her twenties, much like the pups around her. Only, she had one thing they didn't.
    Wisdom.
    It wasn’t about being faster, better, and stronger. No, that mattered, but what it came down to was the squishy gray matter between her ears.
    Smarts were paramount, and they’d saved her ass more times than she could count. So, while she wanted to