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Through the Glass
by Ann Simko
Category: Suspense/Thriller
Description: Sometimes deceit is easier to believe than the truth. Montana Thomas falls asleep with the woman he loves in his arms but wakes next to her bloody corpse. With the murder weapon in his hand and no memory of what happened, he needs his brother to help him sort through the confusion and grief. But Dakota is three-thousand miles away and deep into government testing. The stage has been set and all the players are in motion. All the unknown director has to do is sit back and wait for his true objective to be played out. In an expert game of cat and mouse, the Thomas brothers are subject to manipulation that has no equal. The only people they can trust are each other...if they can survive long enough to find the truth inside the maze of misdirection and deceit.
eBook Publisher: Lyrical Press, Inc., 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: June 2010
 
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [387 KB]
Words: 87786
Reading time: 250-351 min.
Dakota felt a sharp pain in his left thigh, the impact hard enough to disturb his balance.
"Hold your fire! Hold your fire! Target down. Move in, move in!"
The Colt become too heavy to hold, and Dakota had no choice but to let it drop to the ground. Confused and disoriented, he fell to his knees in maddening slow motion. His hand found a dart with a bright red tassel on the end sticking out of his thigh. Voices came to him on the wind, making no sense. He wanted to move, but the connection between brain and body was no longer working. He felt wet moss tickling his cheek and realized he had fallen forward on his face. Rough hands pulled him onto his back. Looking up at blurred faces, blinking rainwater out of his eyes, he wondered, if I open my mouth would I drown?
No pain, no thought. Someone picked him up, his cheek smashed against a hard back, wet clothes. His last fading thoughts were of his father's face.
Let David be okay.
Then Dakota let the darkness win. He thought lately the dark always won.
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