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

I hoped so, but I wasn’t about to tell him that I had been unable to get a message back to Langley. “You realize that what the Administrator is attempting is insane?”


“The Administrator…. There is something wrong there, m’sieur.”


He ignored my snide remark. “I have come upon him at times when he is having detailedconversations with someone he calls ‘Lindsey.’ M’sieur, at those times, he is alone.”


Well, that put the icing on the cake. Nothing like having to deal with a madman. I forced myself up to my feet, and the chain clanked against the floor. A coppery taste filled my mouth, and I crossed to the toilet and spat into it. Blood, and for a secondI panicked. “My lungs?”


“No, your ribs are bruised because Gaston had started to kick you after he knocked you down. The punch to the mouth must have caused you to cut your inner cheek with your teeth.”


Chapter 68