Kyle Mills

Language: English

Pages: 320

ISBN: 0312335776

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The government abandoned him.

Now they're asking for his help.

But they're not going to like his answer.

A secret department of Homeland Security is recruiting agents to work undercover in the Middle East, and the director wants his second-in-command, Matt Egan, to bring aboard an old friend, Salam Al Fayed-better known as Fade.

He seems perfect for the job: A New Yorker and ex-Navy Seal, he is the son of immigrants and he speaks perfect Arabic. Trouble is, he's "retired;" he got shot in the back in the line of duty, and the U.S. government refused to pay for the risky surgery that could have helped him.

Now Fade lives the life of a hermit, walking around with a bullet lodged near his spine and liable to shift at any moment, and the last thing he wants to hear is that his country needs him-least of all, his ex-best friend Matt Egan, whom he sees as responsible for his present condition.

Against Egan's wishes, the director forces the issue and tries none too subtly to "persuade" Fade to join the team. But Fade, angry and hopeless, is prepared to fight back at any cost; the ensuing confrontation is a bloody one. And the chase is on-will Matt be able to find his friend-turned-fugitive before Fade can take the ultimate revenge?

Fade is a remarkable, take-no-prisoners read from an unparalleled writer at the height of his talents.

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shout s of the reporters. Karen rose to her knees on the mattress and pulle d Fade onto his back. "Wake up," she said, running a hand through hi s hair. "Fade? Can you hear me?" He opened his eyes but she wasn't sure he really saw her. "I'm going to ask you again to come with me, Fade. I'll do everythin g I can to help you. Who knows? We might even get you off the hook." He smiled almost imperceptibly and she had to swipe a hand across he r face to keep a tear from falling on him. "Fade .. ."

him and confirming that there was no one else there. How convenient. When he was satisfied that they were alone, he peeled the paper off th e carpet tape on the doorstop and shoved it under the door. A quick tes t confirmed that it was completely jammed. "Who the hell are you?" Logner repeated as Fade skirted the wall an d pulled the curtains closed, leaving the room in a deep gloom. Ther e was a narrow ledge outside that someone could probably use to approac h the window but they'd have to be

chose that direction, already startin g to choke on the smoke as he ducked under the partially collapse d roof. He ran half-crouched toward the low fire that was the last know n position of the sniper who had been posted in his front yard. As i t had been so many times before, luck was on his side and he could se e the man's black-clad body parts strewn across the dirt. He adjusted his trajectory and ran toward his shop as fast as his bar e feet would carry him, but then spotted a set of

greater things, but who was so close to bein g brilliant that it didn't matter. Not that Strand had probably give n her abilities all that much thought when he'd hired her. It seeme d more likely that he'd based his decision more on her appearanc e (Scandinavian ice princess) and the way she carried hersel f (aristocratic dominatrix) than her abilities. It wasn't sexual, thoug h nothing so pure as that. He just thought she was a classy ornament fo r his office. He knew the other two men in the

bolted to the decaying brick buildings wer e broken, adding to the post-Armageddon atmosphere and making i t difficult not to trip over the debris littering the ground. Ega n continued carefully forward, getting close enough to read the buildin g number on an old machine shop and confirming that he was still movin g in the right direction. The road came to a T and he took a deep breath before running across a n exposed thirty-foot stretch and slipping behind a Dumpster. His hear t was pounding

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