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

“Send him in, Ms. Parker.” I rose and went to the door. “Stanley.” I didn’t tell him I would have gone up to his office. He didn’t like anyone thinking he couldn’t pull his weight and would have snarled something like, “What? You think I can’t handle a fucking flight of stairs?”


“Vincent.” He limped into my office, dropped some papers on my desk, and leaned heavily on his cane.


“I know you wanted to be kept in the loop. God knows you’ve been calling me enough about it,” he muttered under his breath. “One of my people reported back. Turns outit’s a very covert organization in Europe.”


“Does this organization have a name?”


Chapter 69