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

“What? Would that be Major Jonathan Drum II?” Robinson forgot all about me. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Jesus, he had as many tics as that asshole Davies. “From the Office of the Inspector General?”


“Yes. I was hoping we’d find him among the people who’d been taken by Prinzip, but—”


“Er…. A couple of weeks ago, someone identifying himself as the major called our Paris office. He…requested help with something he refused to go into detail about. Since he wouldn’t give us details, I…we refused.” Now he really looked sick. “Did OIG have something going on over here?”


“Despite the general consensus,” I complained, “my happiness doesn’t depend on making Drum’s life miserable.”


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