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    Under Covers (Handcuffed)
    Under Covers (Handcuffed)
    Under Covers (Handcuffed)
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    Under Covers (Handcuffed)

    By D.I. Monroe

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    Ben Callow is an openly gay detective with the Chicago Police Department about to embark on his first undercover job, infiltrating the notorious criminal organization of the mysterious Dr Flowers. A shadowy figure behind a network of snipers carrying out various killings across the state, Flowers is a man very few people have met, even those who work for him.

    Encouraged by the stories of those who have, and determined to find out more, Callow becomes Benny McKenna, a hitman who’s just arrived in town and is looking for work. Under this new guise, Benny enters into a dark and dangerous criminal underworld, making new friends and enemies in surprising places as he works towards his goal.

    Along the way he learns that all is not as it seems and he is forced to reanalyze the meaning of trust and betrayal with a final unplanned steamy and romantic encounter leaving him with a tough moral choice to make.

    July 2013 - The Chase: Handcuffed Book Two

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherD.I. Monroe
    Release dateJun 4, 2013
    ISBN9781301074921
    Under Covers (Handcuffed)
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    D.I. Monroe

    D.I. Monroe is a new M/M Author. Join D.I.'s mailing list to get the latest updates at http://eepurl.com/z9Eo9 The Chase: Handcuffed Book Two is due out July 2013.

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      Under Covers (Handcuffed) - D.I. Monroe

      UNDER COVERS

      Handcuffed Book One

      By

      D.I. Monroe

      The Chase: Handcuffed Book Two

      Will Be Released July 2013

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      Under Covers: Handcuffed Book One

      1st Edition Copyright D.I. Monroe Publishing 2013 at Smashwords.

      Cover Art and Design by Absolute Kreative

      This book is a work of fiction. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locations are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity, and are used fictitiously. All other characters, and all incidents and dialogue, are drawn from the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real.

      No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, either by electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is for a reviewer who may quote brief passages in the review. This publication is presented to you for informational purposes only and is not a substitution for any professional advice.

      Chapter One

      "I’ll have another one, Mike."

      Aren’t you working tomorrow? The bartender gave him an easy relaxed smile, but poured his bourbon none the less, setting it down on the stainless steel surface with a clang.

      Ben Callow dug his hands into his pocket and placed a five dollar bill next to the glass, breathing out a heavy sigh.

      Not quite, he replied, his face set in a grim smile. Everyone at Bar Ontourage knew what he did for a living. It was his local, in a way, despite still being a good thirty minutes walk from his apartment. Ben was in there at least once a week and Mike always had a friendly word for him; made him feel welcome when other places downtown might not.

      He would have to stop going there. Find somewhere else to hang out if he wanted a drink. Somewhere they didn’t know him by sight or by name.

      He did have work tomorrow, yes, but tomorrow was also the day everything changed. Tomorrow was the day he became someone else. Tomorrow was the day he was no longer Benjamin Callow of Chicago Police Department’s Organized Crime Division. He was Benny McKenna, top marksmen and assassin; a criminal of the first order, available for hire to the highest bidder, and the highest bidder was hopefully going to be –

      ***

      Dr Flowers, the Chief announced in his usual gruff morning manner, causing a barely concealed snorting from Sergeant Nina Ackers, one of Ben’s closest friends in the department, sat two rows behind him for the debriefing. He turned, raised an eyebrow at her and smirked before turning back to talk to his boss.

      I take it that’s not his real name, Sir.

      No, Callow. It’s a pseudonym, obviously. No one knows his real name. Most people he deals with haven’t even met him.

      A brown manila file was pushed across the desk towards him.

      What’s this?

      Hitman by the name of Arlen Kesson. You’ll be interviewing him this afternoon, but as of now, you’re officially undercover.

      The other officers in the room gave Ben a little round of applause. He grinned and stood up, taking a mock over the top bow before grabbing his coat. He had to admit he was excited about his first undercover job. It was what he’d been working towards for so long, spent all that time in training for.

      Nina caught up with him at the lockers as he was getting out his things.

      Does this mean we can’t be friends anymore? she asked with a smile.

      A hitman can hardly be friends with a cop now, can he? Ben answered, teasing her back in return.

      Well then, I guess this is goodbye. She held out her hand, quite serious now, the smile vanished.

      I guess it is. But not for too long. Hopefully.

      They shook hands. It was quite formal, considering the things they’d been through together as partners and friends, but it was appropriate given the situation.

      You’ll get him.

      I’ll try my best.

      ***

      It wasn’t until he was in the back of a dark blue Mercedes being driven towards the Metropolitan Correction Center in Downtown Chicago that he opened the file on Arlen Kesson. The first thing that caught his eye was the standard police mug shot of the man from when he was arrested, then his name in capitalized bold letters on the heading of the top sheet of paper. Underneath that, his date of birth, weight, height, all the little details.

      He skipped ahead to Kesson’s biography, and more specifically, his criminal career. Somehow, he’d come into contact with someone who worked for Dr Flowers, and had managed to get himself a recommendation, an initial interview with another employee and his first job. A Latino gang had apparently come to Flowers, asking if he could arrange a nice clean hit for them. They didn’t want a turf war or retaliation, just something that couldn’t be traced back to them, someone they wanted out of their way. Flowers was handy for things like that, and extremely accommodating when the right money was flashed his way.

      Kesson had been handed the job and had done very well. Word got back to the man at the top. He was impressed. Kept his eye on the newcomer. The report went on to say that Kesson was one of the few criminals to have had face to face contact with Dr Flowers, although the details and intricacies of their meeting were severely lacking, something Ben Callow was hoping to make up for on his little prison visit.

      A special room had been set up for them, away from the other prisoners, a nervous looking guard standing on duty at the door. He only looked about twenty and was obviously new to the job. Ben thought he’d seen him before somewhere but couldn’t be certain. Sitting down on the hard backed, uncomfortable folding chair, he re-read the notes in the file whilst waiting for Kesson, only looking up again when he heard the creaking of the door, the guard stepping to one side whilst the criminal was shown on through, hands cuffed behind his back and led in by two other prison wardens.

      Arlen Kesson was a tall man, impressive and muscular, broad shoulders and a shock of short wild ginger hair on top of his head that looked like it hadn’t been brushed in months. He looked different from his mug shot, but those pictures never really did anyone justice, and he’d obviously not been shaving either, a ginger beard starting to grow thick around his cheeks and lips.

      Ben decided to begin politely, nodding his head towards the chair opposite.

      Mr Kesson. Take a seat. Kesson was pushed towards it by the two wardens, not particularly giving him a choice on whether he wanted to sit or not. Thank you. He gave a small smile to the guards, his eyes darting towards the door indicating they could now leave them alone together.

      Anything you want, just give us a shout, one of them replied, shuffling out, the heavy lock clanging shut behind them.

      You know why I’m here? he asked gently, trying to make eye contact. Kesson stared at the table, seemingly in a world of his own. When he finally did speak, it was an almost inarticulate grunt.

      Yeah. About Flowers.

      That’s right. Ben drummed his fingers against his thigh, watching

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