Deadly Deception - By Andrea Johnson Beck Page 0,45

you need a fresh start, and when I ask you if you’ve seen or talked to Adam, you have the audacity to ask me who I am talking about? Are you kidding me, Anne? And now your m—“

“Stop Casey, you don’t understand so please, drop it. I have to go,” she replied sternly.

Anne pulled her hands away and began taping up the last box that remained in the now-empty office. Two bouncer-type men stood outside her door, still wearing their sunglasses. She held up two fingers and they nodded and walked to the front of the reception area. Anne pulled Casey close to her, stopping at the curve of her ear.

“I once read that the fastest way to succeed is to look as if you’re playing by someone else’s rules, while quietly playing by your own,” she whispered.

Backing away she gave Casey a wink, and then walked past her to the waiting entourage.

“Anne?”

She heard Casey call out to her but she was already out the door.

Her stilettos shocked the tile with an unbridled stride while she tightened the belt on her black trench coat. Once she reached the ground floor, Anne exited the large glass door to the streets of downtown. Ahead of her sat a black Lincoln Town Car; the back driver’s side door was open.

Before stepping in, she caught sight of an attractive man leaning against the brick wall across from her. His ruffled locks moved with the chilled breeze. And something pulled deep within her. Those familiar dark eyes held her gaze until a baker’s truck drove by. The man disappeared once the truck passed. Glancing up and down the dense movements of the street, she couldn’t find him. Shrugging, she placed herself gently on the leather seat, and the door was closed by one of the burly men.

“Are you ready, Mrs. Montgomery?” the driver asked, pulling away from the curb.

“Yes, Robert. I’m ready.” Anne said, her voice sounding like it contained razors.

“The jet is fueled and awaiting your arrival.”

Anne nodded while fidgeting with the large black diamond that rested heavily on her ring finger. Vengeance was awaiting her as well.

Here is a preview of what’s to come in Deadly Redemption (Book 2 in the Deadly Series)

Chapter 1

Minneapolis International Airport was within view. Anne’s wet palms lay flat against the leather seats. Her heart pounded in her throat with so much force she thought she may very well vomit it up right there in the car. Robert eyed her in the rearview mirror with a look of worry.

“Mrs. Montgomery, are you feeling all right?”

“Yes. I am not keen on flying.”

She knew that was a lie. Carter would be waiting for her at their new residence. That thought burned through her and not in a good way.

“Before we reach the airport, I have something for you.”

Robert reached for a small black box. Reaching back, he handed it to her. She stared at it with wide green eyes. The last time she had opened a mysterious package, it released a whirlwind of lies and betrayal. She bit down on her lip. With shaky fingers, she lifted the top. She released her breath with a sigh. A black phone sat on top of a folded note. Anne placed the phone gently on her lap. She unfolded the paper. It read:

I am looking forward to meeting my new sister-in-law. This phone will be your direct line to me. Tell no one, especially your husband! We will be in touch soon.

Michael Montgomery

She looked at Robert. He nodded. Quickly, Anne realized that she had an ally and she would need him to execute her plan. And she knew Robert would keep her secret. Her nerves calmed at the thought. Anne Montgomery would destroy her husband.

***

The abandoned school house sat on the outskirts of Savannah, Georgia in an overgrown field of weeds and nocturnal creatures. The warped wooden structure swayed in the southern night wind. She ran her hands through the cloak of champagne that spilled over her shoulders and onto her dark silk blouse, while Robert escorted her to the white-chipped door that was guarded by a gruff looking man.

The windows were concealed with layers of dust and grime but a soft glow flickered through the years of neglect. A gust of damp wind swirled around them, knocking Anne off balance. Robert grabbed her arm. She could feel her heels sinking into the mud and the screech of an owl sent her clutching onto the middle-aged driver. He chuckled.

“It’s just an owl, Mrs.