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Savage Transformation. Enjoy…
Memphis, Texas—Two Months Ago
The woman stared at Jackson Whitmore, her expression both guarded and menacing. Don’t try it, her clear blue eyes said. Don’t even think about it. What “it” was, Jackson didn’t know, but he’d bet his left testicle it’d be fun finding out. Fun and dangerous. Probably painful, too. A grin pulled at the corner of his mouth. He didn’t mind danger. And when it came down to it, a little bit of pain wasn’t too bad either. A certain type of pain, that was.
He studied the still image on his laptop, grin stretching wider. This one would bite. Of that, he had little doubt. In both the metaphorical and literal sense of the word. Frozen in thousands of vivid colored pixels on his computer’s screen, the woman stared back at him, those striking blue eyes of hers sharp and piercing despite the fuzziness of the photograph and the distance from which it was taken.
She stood in a busy city street, surrounded by pedestrians dressed in an array of business suits, jeans and short summer dresses. She could be standing in any big city in the world, but the short note accompanying the image told him she was in Sydney, Australia.
Jackson raised his eyebrows. That was not where he expected her to be.
He ran his inspection over the distance-blurred image, noting the confident straightness of her shoulders, the slim but athletic frame, the confident way she held the glock in her hand.
She wouldn’t be easy to capture. He didn’t need to read the short dossier attached to know that.
He dragged his cursor over the image, zooming in on her face. Something about her eyes intrigued him. They were intelligent, almost arrogant, but somehow haunted as well. Like she’d witnessed events more than one lone female should, and had made her judgement.