was life and that was the term the judge handed down.
He opened the back door to the briefing room and slid inside. He nodded to his lieutenant and captain. He'd sent them a text and let them know he'd be running late. They tipped their chins at him, and he leaned against the back wall, taking in the team in front of him. His other lieutenant was at the front of the room talking to someone he didn't recognize. The rest of the team was cutting up or ignoring the fuck out of everyone and tapping on their phones.
He glanced over at Captain Terrel. The man was a straight shooter and a hands-on type of guy. He went into the field with his team, which was unusual and controversial, but that was Terrel in a nutshell.
“Nice tux,” Terrell grunted. Brody flipped him off. He had work clothes in the office, he’d change later.
"Did I miss anything?" They were expecting the DEA to come in and brief them on a new twist to the flow of drugs into Hope City.
Lieutenant Anderson shook his head. "Nah, the feds made a switch up mid-stream. This guy is waiting for the agent that will be assigned here on a permanent basis. He's fielding questions about a current surveillance they are working with the port authority."
"So, the DEA is actually agreeing to permanently assigning someone to the task force? What do they want in return?"
"Nothing, yet," Captain Terrel grunted. “You can be sure they’ll want a favor in the future.”
The front door to the briefing room opened. The air in his lungs disappeared. Fuck me.
His lieutenant leaned over. "You know her?"
Shit, he must have said that out loud. His eyes drilled holes in the back of the woman's head. He knew that walk. Knew how soft her long red hair was. He knew she could kick ass and knew that she was wicked smart. "Yeah, I know her."
A lifetime of events flashed through his mind. Middle school, high school, prom, college, that damn apartment. He blinked hard and stared at the woman again. She'd grown her hair longer, and the clothes were more elegant, but...
"Gentlemen," The DEA agent in front of the room addressed the suddenly silent squad room. “May I present Agent Heather Swanson."
The woman turned and scanned the men seated in front of her. He saw it when she recognized him. For a moment, she hesitated. Only for a moment. But then again, what did he expect?
Captain Terrel leaned forward. "How do you know Agent Swanson?"
Brody swallowed hard. "I asked her to marry me. She said no."
The End
Turn the page to continue reading Hope City book 2…Sean
Sean
By Maryann Jordan
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Epilogue
Also by Kris Micheals
Also by Maryann Jordan
Sean (Hope City) 2020
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He jerked awake before offering up a fruitless prayer that the call would be a wrong number. A glance at the screen killed that wish, and he sighed before connecting. “McBride.”
“Got another one. Just called in.”
“Shit.” He disconnected after getting the address from his partner, Jonas Miller, and hauled his ass from his king-sized bed. Stretching his back, he heard as well as felt the creaks in his body. He looked down at the rumpled covers on his bed, unable to remember the last time there had been a warm body in it besides his own. With a habit born of long ago, he jerked the covers up toward the pillows. Messy, but even his mom would consider it a made bed. Now the military? ‘Fraid