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? How?” Browne saw the expression on my face and shook his head. “Never mind.That makes it perfect. Max is a good doctor. If Godard hasn’t been replaced yet…?”


“There you go.” He slung his arm around Max’s shoulders and gave them a squeeze. “I never liked the son of a bitch anyway. He didn’t have your touch with a needle, Max. Did you do him, sir?”


“Jesus!” I glanced at Quinn from the corner of my eye. The last thing I wanted him to realize was how casual I could be regarding life and death. “He wasn’t canceled,Browne. He decided it was time to retire.”


“Doesn’t make any difference to me.” Browne shrugged. “Oh, shit. Did The Boss get in touch with my family?”


“My mother’s gonna be pissed when I show up for Thanksgiving dinner.” The thought seemed to please him.


I shook my head and turned to the doctor. “So, Max—”


“I should tell you my license has been revoked, m’sieur. Euthanasia is not looked upon with favor in France.”


Chapter 86