On the Edge
Chapter One
Shooting one's self out of a situation gone to shit was hell on the five senses.
The scent of scorched gunpowder. The residual sound of ringing in the ears. The
feel of sweat pooling in the small of the back. The acrid taste of adrenaline.
And the sight of a teenage girl with the gleaming blade of a hunting knife held
to her throat.
"Law enforcement approaching from your six." The woman's voice in his earpiece
was quiet and calm, a low murmur of reassurance. "Heat signatures show the
positions of target and hostage, and we are negative for sniper position."
Tony moved to his left, putting solid wall at his back, keeping his eyes on
Chavez. The girl whimpered and squirmed in the Mexican's grasp, her eyes
pleading with Tony. Save me.
"All girls except hostage are extracted," the vo ... read full excerpt from On the Edge ebook
