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  Dear Reader,

  Imagine a bank robber accidentally grabbing a federal agent to hold as hostage! Impossible? Nope. Agents bank like everyone else does.

  The real-life incident that sparked this idea was told to me by my hubby and his cohorts and took place in Korea. It seems a rather clueless entrepreneur chose the wrong place to recruit new drug customers. He waltzed right into the unmarked building housing CID agents and Military Intelligence personnel and made his pitch. Caught unaware, the agents actually played along until one could get to his badge and weapon and arrest the guy.

  No one in that instance suffered any real threat, other than laughing themselves to death. But I wondered what would happen if there were a serious one-on-one situation and the only weapon was in the hands of the criminal.

  No similarities in the two events? Right you are. Sparks and tangents. Such is the convoluted way books are born. Now you know how a fiction writer's mind works.

  I hope you enjoy the sparks flying! Two control freaks on a mission together equals instant conflict. Toss in a desperate physical attraction they dare not admit to and bring on villains who show no mercy.

  Enjoy the op!

  Lyn Stone

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue

  LYN STONE

  loves creating pictures with words. Paints, too. Her love affair with writing and art began in the third grade when she won a school-wide contest for her colorful poster for Book Week. She spent the money on books, one of which was Little Women. She rewrote the ending so that Jo marries her childhood sweetheart. That's because Lyn had a childhood sweetheart herself and wanted to marry him when she grew up. She did. And now she is living her "happily ever after" in north Alabama with the same guy. She and Allen have travelled the world, had two children, four grandchildren and experienced some wild adventures along the way.

  Whether writing romantic historicals or contemporary fiction, Lyn insists on including elements of humour, mystery and danger. Perhaps because that other book she purchased all those years ago was a Nancy Drew.

  For fellow traveller, research assistant and ski-buddy, Al. Thanks again for sharing life's adventures!

  Chapter 1

  "Feel the gun?"

  Danielle Sweet froze in the doorway.

  Earlier that morning the old familiar feeling of unease had shot up her spine. She would pick today to ignore it. She had figured, "what could happen here in lazy old Ellerton, Safety City itself?" Well, hey, now she knew.

  But even now, caught in the act of pushing open the bank door with a gunman behind her, the feeling didn't seem quite sharp enough to warrant panic. She could handle this. More than fear, she felt anger at herself for having lowered her alert level.

  Assess the threat. Make a plan.

  This man behind her had parked next to her, greeted her as she got out of her car, and asked politely if it was nine o'clock yet. She had sensed him walking nearby as they reached the portico of the small Beresford First National Bank.

  He looked to be in his early thirties, weighed around two hundred, moved with confidence, no hesitancy. He spoke with a slight accent, looked professional, unremarkable. Even with their contact she hadn't thought much about him at first.

  At least he wasn't some scruffy, unpredictable druggie hell-bent on grabbing some fast cash and ending it with a killing spree. There had been no flashes of imminent bloodshed along with the niggling little premonition she had shoved aside earlier. Of course, that might or might not be reliable.

  The pistol prodded her spine. She imagined she could feel the roundness of the barrel right through her coat. "Go in. Smile," he ordered. "Act normal. Behave as though we are a couple, if you wish to survive."

  Okay, survive was a good word. As soon as they entered the front door, he halted. "Remove your coat," he ordered.

  Dani shrugged out of it when he released her arm. Hurriedly, she tugged off her gloves to free her hands for combat if that became necessary.

  She would have already risked taking him down if it were just the two of them, but there were others in the bank. Better wait to see how it played out. He immediately clutched her again, his ungloved fingers and thumb biting painfully into her bicep.

  Her service revolver lay locked in her briefcase in the trunk of her car for the duration of her visit with her sister. There was nothing she could do at the moment but comply and silently curse the fact that she was unarmed.

  She had decided to stop at the local bank to set up a savings account for her brand-new nephew and present the parents with it as one of her baby gifts. The decision, almost a compulsion, had been with her since she'd woken up this morning: insure that baby's future. God, she wished she'd bought the little fellow a teddy bear instead.

  But maybe it was better that she had come here. Maybe she'd been meant to be in the bank for this.

  The barrel of the weapon nudged her again and she heard the man's satisfied grunt. No wonder he was pleased. There were only three other people inside.

  One young woman was humming along with the soft lobby music while she worked on the bins of deposit slips, forms and pamphlets at the counter in the middle of the room. A teller, Dani guessed.

  A skinny, older man of around sixty lounged in the doorway to one of the two glass-fronted offices within the lobby. He wore a mud-brown off-the-rack suit and black patent shoes. Not exactly the type who would be meeting the public much. She would guess accountant. He chatted with a younger man who stood propped against the desk. Now this one looked the part. They were both sipping from coffee cups. Smiling. Shooting the breeze.

  In a small town like Ellerton, Virginia, even with traffic severely curtailed by ice and snow, surely there ought to be more people minding the store. Of course, anyone with good sense would be home today, snuggled by their fires. The streets were a mess. The guy had chosen the perfect time for a bank heist.

  She shifted position and even tucked her shoulders in a little, hoping the hand that clutched her arm would ease its grip.

  "Interfere and I will shoot you first," her captor whispered. He squeezed her arm harder, hugging her closer as he led her farther into the lobby.

  The blonde turned to them, smiling. "Good morning. What can we do for y'all?" The men across the room continued talking, drinking their coffee, offering only a cursory glance.

  Suddenly a hard twisting motion almost cracked the bone in Dani's arm. She cried out sharply, trying to jerk away, but the pain nearly sent her to her knees.

  She sagged against him to keep from falling. She dropped her coat and purse.

  At her cry, the men rushed out of the office to see what had happened and the blonde hurried over ahead of them.

  The man's gun hand flew up, the weapon near the side of Dani's face. "Stop! Move and she dies."

  They stopped in their tracks, all three now within six feet of Dani and the man who held her, well away from any alarm buttons. That was the point to the distraction, she figured.

  She looked up at the bank employees, expecting expressions of shock. Only the younger man showed none. No fear, either. His glare rivaled the ice on the streets outside. He looked seriously ticked off.

  Don't be a hero, she prayed.

  For a minute, Hero looked like he might give it a shot. He and the perp were about the
same size, both over six feet tall, both built like they worked out religiously. If not for the gun, a 9 mm holding fifteen rounds, they would probably be pretty evenly matched.

  Dani had to let the scene unfold without attempting to interfere, and she hoped the banker had come to the same conclusion. She could take the gunman by surprise and probably disarm him, but the situation called for prudence. She wasn't the only one at risk here, and above all, she didn't want anyone hurt. The money was insured. Bank robbers got caught.

  She glanced up and could plainly see two cameras. There would be a couple more stationed somewhere behind her. This entire escapade would be recorded, so knowing what the perp looked like didn't put them at further risk. There was no reason for him to kill them if they kept calm.

  "Where's the vault?" he demanded.

  The older man pointed to the hallway around and behind the counters.

  "Go there. All of you. Single file," he demanded.

  Whew, he was just going to lock them up, Dani thought with relief. They would sack up some money for him and he'd simply lock them inside and leave. A few hours later they would be watching his arrest on the evening news.

  He snapped out another order. "You and you, go inside!" He motioned with the weapon for the older man and the girl to enter the vault. "Lock the door," he said to the younger guy.

  The girl began to wail and plead like a four-year-old. The sound cut off the instant the thick steel door clicked shut. At least this narrowed the list of potential casualties. Those two should be safe enough.

  Dani's arm throbbed, still caught in a viselike grip.

  "Back into your office," the robber instructed. "Remain on the front side of your desk."

  She met Hero's gaze and raised her eyebrows. He was red in the face, his strong jaw and fists clenched.

  Don't try anything! Dani tried to communicate the thought to him without words. He shot her an exasperated look, exhaled sharply, then turned with military precision and led the way. Message received, she guessed.

  When they reached the office, the robber forced her into the chair to the side of the desk, he stood behind her, placing the muzzle of the gun to her right temple.

  "You. Stand," he ordered the banker. His accent became more pronounced and his breathing grew more rapid. "Keep both of your hands in my sight at all times. No silent alarms or she dies. First, turn the monitor around so that I can see it clearly. Move the keyboard to this side," he demanded. The hero eyed him, but complied.

  "Now, send this fax," he instructed the man, placing a document on the desk. "Be certain to dial correctly." Dani watched the process as closely as her captor did.

  When the fax machine whirred, the perp tossed an index card down in front of the keyboard. "In the left column there are account numbers. From these accounts, I wish the amounts listed in the middle column transferred to the account on the right."

  "To the Caymans?" Dani heard a barely concealed scoff in his voice.

  "Begin."

  "I need the code to access the program used for transfers of this nature," the banker insisted. "It's in the vault."

  "You know the codes," the robber growled. "I kept you out of the vault because you are the manager. Do it now or she dies. Then you die. Make no mistakes."

  The banker's lips firmed. Dani watched the muscles in his jaw clench while he did as he was told.

  This took a while since there were quite a few transactions involved. From her view of the monitor, Dani noted that none of the amounts were too enormous. She didn't bother to keep a running total, but figured it at around three million.

  The robber picked up the notes. "I wish to see confirmation when it is complete."

  The banker paused to await one of the steps of the transfer to go through. "I see you've kept the amounts under a hundred thousand, but the transfers will send up red flags anyway."

  "I know," the robber said, an evil smile in his voice. "But these will be your red flags."

  Survival seemed a lot less likely now, Dani thought with a belated surge of adrenaline. There was something in the man's voice and movements, a subtle, higher pitch, an increased tension and a slight tremor in the hand holding the gun. He was building up to something, getting himself psyched.

  She remained motionless except for her gaze, which settled immediately on an engraved name plate that read Benjamin R. Michaels. The name suited him. Strong, no-nonsense, bankerly.

  Dani watched the banker's long, tapered fingers fly over the keyboard and listened to the soft whir of the computer as it completed its functions. Meanwhile, she smelled the sweaty wool and scent of anxiety that cloaked her captor.

  The cold metal of the pistol brushed against her hairline, sending chills down her spine. All her senses edged to higher alert levels. She could taste his fear like metal on her tongue. Now this man would have to kill them both. They had seen the numbers. If he let Michaels live, the transfer could be reversed, or at the very least, reported in detail. If not reported by any survivors, the transferred funds could be moved again from the Caymans and disappear.

  Dani squeezed her eyes shut and a chaotic picture flashed through her mind, a Technicolor explosion of action, a split-second portent of extreme violence. This was no flight of fearful imagination, but a bona fide premonition.

  Late warning. Maybe too late. She had to do something.

  She blinked fiercely to clear her head. The bank manager's steely gaze met hers as they waited for a response from the target bank. He knew, too, that they would have to die. And Dani realized if she didn't try something in the next few minutes, this would-be hero would.

  Even as she tried to formulate a less risky plan, her right hand slid slowly up her body, past her breast, so that her fingers barely touched her collarbone. The robber's attention stayed on the screen. As if reading her mind, Michaels tilted the screen a little more to the right, providing distraction.

  Striking like a coiled rattler, Dani's hand shot up, grabbed the robber's wrist and shoved the pistol up and away from her head. Several rounds hit the wall to her right. She dug her nails into the nerve at his wrist, felt her nails cut flesh and saw the gun tumble onto the desk.

  A backhanded blow knocked her completely out of the chair and slammed her against the wall. Even while she scrambled upright, she focused on the struggle between Michaels and the robber as they fought for the weapon.

  Again, it discharged, shattering the tempered-glass window.

  More shots! Chaos! The scene that had flashed through her head earlier morphed to reality. Adrenaline surged and gave her strength.

  Desperate, Dani attacked from the rear. She leaped onto the robber's back and clutched her legs around his hips. She dug her fingers into his face, trying to gouge his eyes, anything to disable him. But her hands slid all over his skin, sticky and wet. To her shock, he crumpled to the floor beneath her and lay still.

  For a long moment she couldn't move. Straddling the perpetrator, her hands still locked around his head, she waited for him to recover and resume fighting.

  "It's over. He's dead," a calm, deep voice assured her.

  Large hands slid beneath her arras and lifted her off the body. Before his words could register, he had turned her around and embraced her, holding her close, pressing her face to the soft cotton of his shirt. His subtle cologne mixed with the tinny smell of blood.

  She pushed herself away from the admittedly warm embrace.

  "Thanks, but I'm okay," she stated, but the words came out a little shaky and breathless, not as firmly as she meant them to. "Are you?"

  "I'm fine. Why don't you go in the other office and sit down while I call the police?" he suggested.

  "Check the body," she ordered. "Just to be���"

  "Sure," he said, finishing her sentence and turning her toward the door, his strong arm locked around her shoulders. "Trust me, he's dead. Come on now, let's get you out of here."

  Dani broke away. "Hey, I'm not falling apart, Mr. Michaels, and I don't need
any babying. I'm a federal agent and I can handle a little blood, okay? And rule number one���I check to see if the perp is dead or not."

  His eyebrows flew up. "You're a what?"

  Dani puffed out her cheeks and expelled a breath of exasperation. He was looking at her as if she had sprouted two heads. She reached in her pocket for her credentials folder and whipped it out, letting her badge dangle about a foot from his nose. "Danielle Sweet, Homeland Security Intelligence."

  But he was already shaking his head in obvious disbelief. "That's pretty damn convenient!" Then he squinted at her. "So you were on to this guy? And you led him into my bank? You endangered the lives of my employees?"

  "Oh yeah, I was on to him the instant he stuck his gun in my back. And since we were already at the front door, your bank just seemed like a great place to get the goods on him, so I brought him on in!"

  The sudden silence seemed deafening. She suddenly realized just how loudly she'd been screaming at him.

  Chapter 2

  Dani tried to calm down and contain the shakes. Her whole body seemed to vibrate uncontrollably now that the threat was over.

  "What were you doing here in the first place?" Michaels demanded.

  Dani rolled her eyes. "Hey! Banking, maybe? Am I allowed?"

  "You don't have an account here!"

  She threw up her hands, clenched her fists and turned away so she wouldn't smack him. After a few deep breaths, she faced him again, measuring her words, moderating them into a somewhat mocking semblance of normalcy. Man, she needed some normalcy right now. "I came to open one!"

  Defuse this right now, she ordered herself. Say something nice. Another deep breath. He was pacing now, his stride severely limited by the floor space available. "By the way, thank you for not doing something too stupid and getting us killed."

  A muscle worked in his jaw, clenching, unclenching. He stopped pacing and glared at her, his eyes flashing. "Stupid? You mean like grabbing somebody with a gun pointed at your head? Like leaping on his back? Stupid like that? Dammit, he could have taken your head off, you know that? Of all the freakin', idiotic���"

  "Shut up!" Dani snapped. "He was about to kill us both anyway and you knew it! So don't you rail at me for���"