DOUBLE CROSS - DiAnn Mills - One Free Book

Welcome back, DiAnn. Let’s do some fun questions first. What song most closely resembles your life?

“Oceans” (Where Feet May Fail) by Hillsong

The words touch me as though the song were written for and about me.

Do you have a favorite Bible verse? And why is it a favorite?

Jeremiah 20:9. I like the NIV version the best: But if I say, “I will not mention his word or speak anymore in his name,” his word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones. I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.

The words of Jeremiah inspire me to live and breathe every aspect of God living in me.

What is the one thing you wish you could go back and change in your life?

To understand the value of my relationship to God. Hold fast and never let go. Like all of             us, I made mistakes because I took my focus off Him.

What is the most important characteristic for a good friend to have?

Integrity. I didn’t even have to think about this question!

What extracurricular activities did you participate in when you were in school?

Can I remember that far back? :)

1. Latin club (I know boring but I loved it.)

2. Choir

3. Band - I was a majorette.

I could see you as a majorette. What is your favorite movie of all times?

Gone with the Wind - The characterization moves me each time I view it. All the characters were uniquely motivated.

I’ve read the book several times over the year, and I own the DVD of the movie. It’s been a favorite of mine, too. Tell us about why you wrote this book.

I wanted to show how strong characters reacted to a scam against the elderly who suffered from Alzheimer's. My heroine is an FBI agent, and my hero is a police officer. Both were motivated to end the scam and bring the ones responsible to justice.

As a side note: those who deal with the struggles of Alzheimer’s, the caregiver and the victim, are caught up in a downward spiral. I wanted their voices heard.

Please give us the first page of the book.

Prologue

Special Agent Laurel Evertson had done everything required of her and more to gain Morton Wilmington’s affections. The gaudy diamond on her left hand proved it. She was prepared to end her undercover work tonight and walk away from this despicable role. All she had to do was find the flash drive that would send her fiancé to prison for life.

Morton reached into his closet and pulled out designer pants, shirt, and a sports jacket. “Babe, I’m taking a shower. Thought we’d grab dinner downtown before the play.”

“Perfect. I’m ready. So looking forward to tonight.” She despised the lies and the counterfeit love.

“What are you going to do, read here?”

“I am. A new romance novel.” She pointed to a window seat that offered a scenic view of his condo’s pool, bathed in late summer afternoon sun.

He chuckled, his deep-blue eyes smoldering. “As long as I’m your main man.”

“None other.” She kissed him lightly. “I’m turning on a little Andrea Bocelli to put me in the mood.”

“For what?”

“The book, the play, dinner, and us.”

“Another reason why I love you. Even if you did beat me last night in Monopoly.” He disappeared into the shower.

The moment the sound of water met her ears, she confirmed his location. Four times she’d found herself alone in his condo and attempted to access his safe, but each time she’d failed to hack into his computer, where he stored the safe combination that changed daily. Today she knew his password, and she quickly located the code on his laptop.

She placed the novel on the bed and removed a framed picture of a tank at Fort Knox from the wall to reveal the safe. Odd for a bedroom, but Morton had served four years in the Army.

Probably the only thing he could be proud of. She rested the picture against the nightstand while the digital combination bannered across her mind. Gripping her right fingers into her palm to steady herself, she pressed in the code, hoping Andrea Bocelli’s tenor voice drowned out the low click. If she was wrong, the alarm would blare throughout the condo, bringing Morton out of the shower along with his bodyguard from the kitchen.

Big business had made him one of the most powerful men in the country and certainly in Texas. Murder, money laundering, and organized crime were his best friends—legitimacy his enemy. But he’d made one mistake, exposing it all on a flash drive. He’d bragged where it was hidden one night after drinking too much. It had taken her months to locate the safe and figure out how to gain access.

Was she any better than he, using another person for her own agenda? She shook off the thought with her commitment to stop Wilmington from breaking the law.

She secured the flash drive and replaced the picture. Stealing her way to the bathroom door, she confirmed Morton was still showering. His laptop sat on his desk as though beckoning her to prove the FBI’s suspicions. She inserted the drive. Her heart pounded, ached.

“Babe, had an idea for our honeymoon,” he called from the bathroom.

“Great.” She breathed deeply to calm her scattered nerves. “Are you going to tell me?”

“Maybe.”

“You know I love surprises.” The details on the computer rose like rich cream . . . names, places, bank accounts. She ejected the device and slipped it into her shoe.

“I sent a check to MD Anderson this morning,” he said.

“For the kids or in general?”

“The kids. The fund-raiser we attended hit me hard.”

But you’d killed men who got in your way. “They stole my heart too.” She texted the FBI and Jesse, her partner, providing the code to the condo’s alarm system and telling them where the armed bodyguard was located. “Do you need anything?”

“That’s a loaded offer but I’m good.”

He wouldn’t be so good once the FBI arrived for the takedown. “What time are we leaving?” She moved back to the window seat and opened her novel.

He stepped from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. “Is six okay?”

She smiled. “Sure.” Finally this charade would be over.

While discussing what Wilmington wanted to do for the children at MD Anderson, he dressed and she touched up her makeup. Her hands trembled.

“Are you okay?” he said. “You’re shaking.”

“Just hungry.” She hated this game, made her feel as dirty as Morton.

“Want a glass of orange juice?”

“You’re so sweet. Thanks, I’d love it.”

He left the room and went down the hall to the kitchen. She checked her phone.

W r n place. Now

With a confident breath, she pulled her Glock from her purse and trailed after Wilmington.

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