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 shook myself, then made the bed, dressed, and drove back to my apartment, where I showered and changed and spent the day at the shooting range.


Saturday night was more of the same. The holiday weekend was in full swing, and I had no doubt the cops would have a field day pulling over DWIs.


I sat in the kitchen, moodily pushing the Portuguese pork with lemon from one side of my plate to the other.


I took a last swallow of my beer, then rose and stored the leftovers in the plastic containers my landlords had given me as a housewarming gift.


Maybe I’d take a ride to the National Mall and watch the fireworks display.


Maybe I’d go on to the WBIS, in spite of The Boss’s orders, and see if Pierre de Becque had come up with anything new.


I scooped up my keys and headed out the door.


Chapter 74