Коллекция детективных рассказов, опубликованных в газете «Совершенно СЕКРЕТНО» в 2014 году.

I had lived so long on the wrong side Of. the law I felt out of place as a special undercover agent for Uncle Sam. But I had no choice. One of the top brass in U.S. Intelligence had my number. So we made a deal-his silence for my services in tracking down and infiltrating a gang of Mid-East terrorists. Besides, I had a personal interest in this job. They had stolen $75,000 from me. So there I was-Earl Drake, bank robber and safecracker, playing on the side of the angels to outwit a bunch of fanatic Turks who were using their embassy for cover. I started with a Turkish delight. Talia. I conned her into leading me from the bedroom to their inner sanctum. I wished I hadn't. One...

It had been a year since I’d seen Hazel — six months in prison and six months running. We’d struck sparks from each other in the past. I had followed Hazel to her ranch, but now I wondered if it was over…. Finally she walked to my chair. She didn’t say anything. She took my hand and we went upstairs. Her bedroom was large and airy. She sat down and pulled off her boots. I stood in the center of the floor and watched while she straightened up again and whisked the belt from her Levi’s. She skinned them down over her hips and kicked them to one side. Her panties followed, and from her socks to the bottom edge of her buckskin vest there was just Hazel.

I had a new face, a new name, and I had buried the past. Most of it, anyway. In unmarked graves. They had all been double-crossing bastards. Now I needed a new deal-something I could handle alone. Like a nice, quiet town… But somebody had other plans for me. Suddenly it was too late to back out- and too early to die…