The Enemy Stalks [Hawkman Book 1]
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by Betty Sullivan La Pierre
Description: Agent Jim Anderson has retired from the Agency due to an eye injury he acquired after seeking revenge against his wife's killers. He's found all but the ring leader, Dick Hendersen. When he leaves the Agency, he's given a new identity: Tom Casey, Private Investigator. He moves to the remote Copco Lake in northern California, where his ability to heal injured hawks earns him the nickname Hawkman by the local residents. There he meets, Jennifer Morgan, a young widow. Dick Henderson is the double agent who killed Jim's wife. By a stroke of luck, Dirk learns about Jim's new identity and begins his ruthless pursuit to get rid of his formal rival by sending in his hired guns. When that fails, he goes in himself, using Jennifer in his relentless desire to kill the Hawkman. Together, the Hawkman and Jennifer struggle against snipers, bombs, failed brakes and other harrowing dangers as they try to stay one step ahead of Dirk.
eBook Publisher: SynergEbooks, 2003 SynergEbooks
eBookwise Release Date: September 2004
228 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [296 KB]
Reading time: 195-273 min.
This a new murder mystery story featuring Hawkman as the main character.
Hawkman used to work for the Agency. His name is
Tom Casey now after getting a new identity to be protected from the people that want to kill him. He got the name, Hawkman, because he specializes in birds and keeps a hawk he nursed back to health as a pet.
I really like this series with Hawkman and Jennifer. This is a classic murder mystery story. I hope Betty Sullivan continues with many more books to add to this collection because I am hooked!
~ LISA, Lisa's Book Review
Dirk Henderson punched the intercom on his desk. "Krubes, hold my calls."
Assuring himself privacy, he locks the office door from the inside, then paces the room. His fists clenched, he stops at his desk and glances down at the black and white photograph of a man releasing a hawk. "You bastard! The Agency tried to convince everyone you were dead, but I didn't buy it. That beard and long hair don't fool me. I'd recognize you with a sack over your head." A cynical chuckle escapes his lips. "How about that eye-patch? Is it for real, Casey?" he sneers.
Dirk's face turned crimson, clashing with his mop of thick red hair. "How the hell did that idiot miss you at such close range? They ought to call you Catman. You got more than nine lives and always land on your goddamn feet!"
He yanks out the desk chair, sits down and rummages through the drawers for the voice changer. Placing it over the receiver, he keys in a number and drums his fingers on his thigh. When a male voice answers, he leans forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "Interested in a heavy job? You'll have only one chance. I'll leave instructions at the usual place."
He drops the phone back on the cradle and flops back in his chair. A muscle twitches in his neck while his fingers form a pyramid atop his chest. After a few moments, he picks up the photo and flipped it with his finger. "Well, Hawk Man, as you now call yourself, your bird-lovin' days are numbered."
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Hawkman, chewing on a toothpick, leans against the fender of his truck and folds his arms across his chest. His gaze stretches out over the flat piece of land, surrounded by tree covered hills. It soothes his soul. He inhales deeply and smells the clean crisp air that penetrated his lungs. Not many places left like this, he thought, savoring every inch of the open space.
The noise of chopper blades suddenly broke the silence; he cocks his head toward the distinct sound. Searching the horizon, he catches a glimpse of an unmarked helicopter passing high over Copco Lake. He spits out the toothpick, hooks his thumbs into the front pockets of his Levis and strolls down the dirt road watching the aircraft. Strange, he thought. Why this area? What's going on?
Stopping, legs apart, he rocks back and forth on the heels of his cowboy boots while watching the chopper disappear over a distant hill, memories flooding his mind. A few he'd just as soon forget. But over years of Agency service, many of the experiences had jolted his adrenaline. After the injury that forced him to wear an eye patch, the Agency denied him field work but offered him a desk job which he couldn't accept, so he took the disability retirement. Now, he misses the challenges.
He stares at the ground, sliding the toe of his boot back and forth in the dirt, making half circles. Once he gets his life in order, he'll start a private investigation business. Well, one of these days soon. Maybe that would bring some excitement back into his life. He kicks a rock, and sends it skipping across the dirt road.
He exhales loudly, pushes his cowboy hat back on his head, then plods back to the pick-up where he reaches through the open window and drags out a long leather glove. Pulling it over his arm up to his elbow, he scans the sky and lets out a long, loud whistle that resonates through the air.
A few minutes later, he hears the falcon's cry. A smile etches his lips as he watches the hawk circle high above his head. God only knows how many times he's given that bird a chance to go back to the wild, but he's always returned. He holds the gloved arm high. "Come on, boy."
The majestic bird set his wings, then gracefully soars downward, landing lightly on the outstretched arm. Hawkman speaks to him in soft cooing tones while walking back to the truck. Inside the cab, he places the falcon on a portable perch where he fluffs his wings and settles him in for the ride home. Leaving a trail of dust behind, Hawkman heads for his cabin on the south side of Copco Lake.