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Mockingbird
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97 pages1 hour
Summary
From the Author of "Pandora's Box' comes a new thriller for FBI Special Agent Benson.
Two people are dead and it’s not even breakfast time.
Tick tock, Special Agent.
Janelle Morton is executed brutally, her body dismembered, only able to be identified by her dental records.
For FBI Special Agent Nick Benson, the challenge is to stop the murders but he can’t handle it all by himself.
Not this time. The stakes are too high.
Stanley Tulloch’s wife Maria and their son Joe are held hostage until Nick surrenders the stolen merchandise.
The villain in the piece is Jarod Nicholson; a man who steals to order for the nation’s bio-tech industry giants.
Only this time, Jarod's coming up short.
Publisher: BinnsCagneyPublishing CoReleased: Aug 6, 2014ISBN: 9781311163752Format: book
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Mockingbird - Ruby Binns-Cagney
Mockingbird
The FBI Special Agent Benson Cases
Ruby Binns-Cagney
Copyright © 2014 Ruby Binns-Cagney All rights reserved.
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Ruby Binns-Cagney has asserted her right under the Copyright Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The names and characters are the products of the Author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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The Detective Macaulay Murders Trilogy:
One For The Money
Lay Lady Lay
Albatross
A Detective Macaulay Homicide Case Series:
Pandora's Box
Tabula Rasa
1-8-7 Homicide New York
Fifth Avenue Murder
Agent Down
Cainer
Athena
Stone Cold
The Wednesday Wife
The FBI Special Agent Nick Benson Cases:
Progeny
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
About The Author
Chapter One
PHILADELPHIA. The knife went into the man’s flesh easier than Jordan Nicholson had imagined. He felt the pressure of it against his hand when he pulled the weapon out and wiped it off on his thigh. The man’s hands tightened on Jarod’s leather jacket and weighed him down as he slid to the cold wet ground. Jarod pulled the body into the gap between the dumpsters behind the Lucky Dragon restaurant and then pulled the package out of the man’s inside jacket pocket. Cold, wet, soaked streets squealed under foot when Jarod ran towards his car. He pulled out the clean clothes from his backpack and changed into them.
Jarod turned the key in the car’s ignition. The car would not start. He got out, popped the hood, moved a couple of wires and tried to start it again. He wasn’t mechanically minded. He could drive a car but he relied on somebody else to repair it. He got out and ran up the stairs to the third floor apartment he had shared with his girlfriend, Tasha. He searched the kitchen for her car keys. She drove a crappy Honda with a stick shift but he had to get out of town. He scooped up the keys and slammed the door on his way out.
Tasha was at work at the Diner on Kay Street. He’d drop in on her on his way out of town. He slammed his feet onto the pedals and moved the stick shift into position smoothly. On Kay Street, two out of Tasha’s five tables were unoccupied. He slipped inside the Diner and sat in the last booth, with the menu held high up in front of his face. Tasha had her back to him and he hoped she’d be happy to see him.
Can I start you off with some coffee, Sir?
Tasha Haynes said. Her pink uniform and white pumps looked tired. Her hair was bleached blonde and straggly, which was why she always pulled back tightly away from her face. Jarod got involved with her six months earlier and he never looked back. She was the best sex he’d ever had. Now that he was about to leave town without her he hoped she wouldn’t take the news too badly.
I can think of something else I’d like,
he said, and lowered the menu. Tasha shuffled closer to him and sat down, jammed up tightly next to his thighs. Her hand on his back pocket felt warm. She leant in for a kiss and he pulled her closer and kissed her passionately while the Diner’s Manager Rico eyed him with disgust.
I thought you had a job to go to this morning?
Tasha’s lips tasted like apples and cinnamon. She smelt like bacon grease and home fries. Her green eyes looked at him. He took her hand away from his back pocket, and held it on the table.
No work today. I have to go out of town for a bit. I’ll call you in a few days. Alright?
Jarod kissed her lips. Service, Tasha, table five. Hustle,
Rico called after her. He couldn’t let her go but Rico called her back to the counter a second time.
This is the last time I’m putting up with your shit,
she said through hissed teeth and released his hand. He watched her walk away and threw the menu on the floor then slammed the glass door shut on his way to the car. He put his hand in his back pocket and made sure the memory card was still there.
He started the engine and moved out of the parking lot slowly so he could have one last look at Tasha. He headed for the Highway out of Philadelphia and headed south, towards the airport.
Two hours later, the car was parked at the back of the departures terminal. He sent a text message to Tasha’s phone which told her to pick up her car from the airport. He boarded the flight to New York’s John F. Kennedy airport and leant back in his seat as the plane climbed to cruising altitude. He closed his eyes and listened to music.
On the Air Train ride from the airport terminal to Manhattan’s Penn Station, Jarod looked at the feet of the passengers. He didn’t want to make eye contact with anybody. He counted the stops until he finally reached Penn Station at eleven minutes before three. He was almost out of time. He ran the three blocks to the bookstore on the corner of West Thirty-First Street where he had arranged to drop off the package by three o’clock.
He searched the aisles for the cookery section and thumbed along the spines of the books until he found it. ‘The Art of Baking Cakes’ was the second book on the left of the top shelf. He took it down and opened the back flap of the dust jacket. A cashier’s check. It was printed in his name for ten thousand dollars just like they had agreed upon. He tore out the check and shoved it down into the back pocket of his jeans. He pulled the memory card from the package and stuck it to a small square of adhesive then onto the last page of the book, glad he’d taken a copy of the card earlier. He replaced the book on the top shelf and went to the restroom, and changed into them, then left the book store.
He was Downtown. He hailed a taxi and headed uptown to his apartment on Central Park West. The doorman opened the taxi’s door and he stepped out. The glass frontage of the Mortimer Building was impressive. The elegant diamond encrusted chandelier in the hallway and the marble stairs felt like home. A better home than he had ever lived in. He slipped his key card into the elevator’s slot and hit the button for the Penthouse level. The elevator edged upwards until Jarod stepped out into his apartment’s entrance.
The lights were low, and he swept his hand across the sensors to increase their luminosity. The warm glow of light increased and he stepped down to the sunken living room. The
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