Quinton Mann, a highly ranked CIA officer, is used to being called the Ice Man. He’s astounded to discover himself in a relationship with Mark Vincent, not because Vincent is a man, but because he’s a top-rated WBIS agent. There they are though, for a total of five glorious days. But when Mark uses the excuse of going to Massachusetts for his mother’s funeral to end their relationship, Quinn’s not buying it.<br><br>No one screws with Mark Vincent. Even Mark doesn't screw with himself. Once he realizes how close he's allowed Quinton Mann to get to him, he does what any self-respecting spy would do -- he makes tracks out of there. But Quinn does something no one else ever has -- he comes after Mark. Maybe this relationship thing with a spook isn’t such a bad idea.<br><br>Meanwhile, something strange is going on in the intelligence community worldwide. It takes Quinn’s disappearance while investigating a rogue antiterrorism organization that results in Mark making up his mind. Quinn may be a spook, but he’s Mark’s spook, dammit -- and once he gets Quinn home, he intends to keep him. He knows without a doubt he’ll find Quinn. The question is, will he find Quinn in time?

Not My Spook

“You’ve got a—” A tap on my door interrupted me. “Yeah?”


“I brought you a fresh cup of coffee, Mr. Vincent. Mr. Matheson. Would you like one?”


Ms. Parker handed me the cup, took the used one, and left.


“Okay, as I was saying, you’ve got a noon flight out of Dulles to MacArthur in Islip.” Having lived in New York before his family moved to Massachusetts, Mathesonwould know of the airport on Long Island. “You’ll have about ten minutes to get to Southwest Air’s gate. It’s a small airport, so that shouldn’t be a problem.”


“No, sir. I’m familiar with MacArthur.”


“Good. Now, this man, Fitzwilliam, is overseeing both the building of Huntingdon Corporation’s new Southwest headquarters, and a nuclear power plant that’s going up outside Phoenix. How are you going to see he disappears?”


Chapter 61