Fire And Ice
Reno bounded up the stairs, two at a time, and pushed open the door to the deserted apartment, only to stare directly into the barrel of a Glock.
Peter Madsen slowly put his gun away. "What the hell are you doing here? I could have shot you."
Reno grinned. He knew Peter thought he was the most annoying, most flamboyant operative ever to work for the Committee, that covert organization of ruthless do-gooders, and he did his best to live up to that image. He brushed an invisible speck of lint off his leather jacket and kept his sunglasses firmly in place in the darkened room.
"I trust your instincts," he said, closing the door behind him and strolling into the apartment. His pointy-toed leather cowboy boots echoed on the parquet flooring.
"How do you ever sneak up on anyone when you're so damned noisy?" Peter said.
Reno gave him his most annoying smile. There was nothing he liked better than to irritate the Ice Man. "I manage," he said. "I thought you might need a little help."
"When I need help, I'll ask for it."
Reno shrugged. "Just trying to do my duty, boss. Isobel's really gone, hasn't she? Our fearless leader has disappeared, leaving you in charge."
"Yes." Peter glo ... read full excerpt from: Fire and Ice ebook
