No Place To Hide (3 Hidden Identity)(Paperback)Lynette Eason
She'll defend her friend until the bitter end--but is she in over her head?
It's not every day you see your childhood friend and onetime crush on national news. Jackie Sellers just wishes it were under different circumstances. She can't believe that Ian Lockwood is wanted in connection with a terrorist plot, and she's determined to find him and help him clear his name. Unfortunately, she's not the only one looking for him. The FBI wants him captured. The bad guys want him dead. Ian just wants to stay alive long enough to prove his innocence and prevent a catastrophe.
Lynette Eason delivers nonstop action as Jackie and Ian travel a dangerous road--one that may lead straight to destruction.
About the Author
Lynette Eason is the bestselling author of the Women of Justice series and the Deadly Reunions series, as well as No One to Trust, Nowhere to Turn, and No Place to Hide in the Hidden Identity series. She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers and Romance Writers of America. She has a master's degree in education from Converse College and she lives in South Carolina.
Size216 x 140 mm
Number of Pages336 pp
PublisherBaker Book House
SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 22
NORTHEAST ATLANTA SUBURB
One down, one to go. Breaking into houses had never been on
her top ten list of things to do with her weekend, so when she
found herself picking the deadbolt on Ian Lockwood’s two-
story home this chilly November evening, Jackie Sellers had a
hard time ignoring the adrenaline rushing through her veins.
Finally. The soft snick on lock number two told her she’d
done it. A thrill shot through her. Lock-picking had been one
skill that she’d worked hard on, but wasn’t very good at. Not
that she used it that often. But occasionally it came in handy.
Shoving aside the self-congratulations, she twisted the knob,
placed her fingertips on the wood, and slowly pushed. The door
opened inward without a sound.
Apple spice and cinnamon air freshener greeted her. Jackie
slipped inside and shut the door behind her carefully. Softly.
The house was quiet. Silent. Yet she could almost feel the
tension surrounding her. Which was silly. Houses didn’t have
tension. Only the people in them. She took note of the layout.
Stairs straight ahead. Kitchen to the right.
A cologne she couldn’t identify tickled her nose. A sound
to her left. She stiffened, turning her head a fraction in order
to probe the darkness. With only a sliver of a moon in the sky
and the blinds closed on every window, the black in the house
was deep, broken only by the small nightlight in the foyer. To
her left, she could make out the shadows of the furniture in the
den. The rectangular windows on either side of the fireplace.
She listened. Where had the noise come from? Definitely to
Her heart pounded. Should she call out and identify herself?
Make the first move in an attack? Or just wait? The air shifted
and she moved.
A lamp crashed into the wall where she’d been standing a
split second ago.
Movement in front of her.
Coming straight at her.