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 don’t believe his mind was so far gone he snapped and killed himself?”


“Very well, mon ami. However, you will not mind if I put it out that the Division wasbehind his death?”


“As you told me, Pete, he had ties to the Division. I wasn’t even here. By the way, where’s Kiska?”


“She’s looking after the captives. She’s always had a tender heart.”


“Then how the fuck did she wind up in the Division?”


“A long tale, and we don’t have time for it.”


“Fine.” I could always find out if I thought it was important. I took out a handkerchief, pulled the scalpel from Richard’s neck, and wiped the handle thoroughly, then returned it to the wound.


“Merde! It wasn’t you who killed him, was it?” De Becque was a top level cold operative. He knew there was most likely only one reason for me to remove fingerprints. He also knew I wasn’t about to admit to anything. “Go!”


Chapter 84