Ryker Townsend – Psychic FBI Profiler Series
After Fiona Storm nearly lost her life in a Mexican jungle at the hands of human traffickers, she discovers the ordeal left her with a damaged psyche and her therapist fears Fiona has blocked her worst memories. Not even her loving Navy SEAL husband, Hunter ‘Cookie’ Knox, can get her to open up. The man who rescued her from certain death in Mexico fears she’s beyond his reach, but Fiona’s fragile life is about to shatter.
When an eighteen-wheeler is abandoned in San Antonio in the sweltering heat, police make a gruesome discovery. Nine dead Hispanic men, women and children are found among countless others, barely alive. Before a young captive is admitted to ICU, she begs for authorities to find an American—Fiona Storm.
FBI agent Ryker Townsend investigates and hopes to uncover a lead on a faceless cartel boss known only as El Chacal. After the critically ill, kidnapped girl shares a story of tragic sacrifice about an American, Ryker and his team follow the lead to Fiona’s doorstep. She’s the only witness who can identify the diabolical crime boss, but she’s blocked the terror from her mind—along with the truth of what really happened to her. With Hunter on a high stakes mission that puts his entire SEAL team in danger, Fiona is alone to face the wrath of a man who destroyed her life—only this time El Chacal wants her dead.
South of Washington, D.C.
I awoke to voices screaming in my head. With eyes wide, I stared into the darkness, knowing what violent death sounded like. Men. Women. Children. Death had reached out to me and had me in its grips. I could do nothing, but let it happen.
Stop! Please stop! I pleaded to no one. The wretched wails of the dying wouldn’t stop.
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From the depths of my waking nightmare, another sensation raged through me. My skin seethed with heat until I cried out, with sweat covering my body. I yanked at the covers that held me down and threatened to smother me.
“What’s wrong?” A woman’s voice ripped through my torture. “Tell me what’s happening, Ryker?”
I recognized the voice of Lucinda Crowley, but with my head about to explode, I didn’t have time to answer her.
Without thinking, I tore back the bed sheets and raced for my bathroom—naked, after I’d made love to the woman in my bed. After I yanked open the shower door, I ran the cold water and stood under the icy blast, gasping for relief from the churning heat.
Grotesque and swollen faces came from a dark place in my head. I couldn’t shake the barrage of horror and I doubled over in pain. Still in the throes of my hellish vision, I smelled the stench of bloated, baking bodies and I couldn’t stop the assault on my senses.
Hands came from nowhere and grabbed me. Lucinda didn’t hesitate. She refused to let me suffer alone. Under the steady stream of chilling water, she pulled me into her arms and held on tight.
“I’m here, Ryker. Stay with me.”
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