In 2002, Mark Vincent, onetime senior special agent, ran into John, a troubled little boy, at a local McDonald’s. Concerned, although it wasn’t his business, he gave the kid his business card and left. Three years later, Mark is director of his department at the WBIS and married to Quinton Mann, the former CIA spook who now writes spy novels. They’ve settled into a life of quiet domesticity and are even considering adopting a cat. All this changes when John, now using another name, barrels into Mark’s life with a secret no one expects and on the run from an organization that wants him despite the collateral damage. What will Mark, the man known as “the best” in the intelligence community, do when he learns what this secret is? Will it affect his relationship with Quinn? And how complicated are things going to get when Mark decides to get involved?

Mann of My Dreams Book 5: Complications

I had one more stop to make before I headed to the parking garage to get the nondescript white pickup with the blue logo. I needed to pick up some things. I didn’t think whoever was after the kid would be stupid enough to leave the body—yeah, I had no doubt the kid was telling me the truth—but would they have enough time to clean up all the evidence?


The son of a bitch who’d murdered Delilah Carson thought he had, but he hadn’t. Luminol had revealed blood trace all over the headboard in my bedroom, as I’d suspected, and where the wall behind it joined the wood floor.


Of course I’d ditched the bed and made sure everything else was taken care of before I moved in.


I walked into Supply, and the guy behind the desk grinned broadly when he saw me.


“Hey, Mr. Vincent.” He rose and went behind the counter.


Chapter 57