Perfect Target (Off The Grid - FBI #11) - Barbara Freethy
Contents
Also by Barbara Freethy
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
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Also by Barbara Freethy
Off the Grid: FBI Series
PERILOUS TRUST
RECKLESS WHISPER
DESPERATE PLAY
ELUSIVE PROMISE
DANGEROUS CHOICE
RUTHLESS CROSS
CRITICAL DOUBT
FEARLESS PURSUIT
DARING DECEPTION
RISKY BARGAIN
PERFECT TARGET
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Mystery Thriller Standalones
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ALL THE PRETTY PEOPLE
LAST ONE TO KNOW
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Suspense Duos
SILENT RUN
SILENT FALL
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TAKEN
PLAYED
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Lightning Strikes Trilogy
BEAUTIFUL STORM
LIGHTNING LINGERS
SUMMER RAIN
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Perfect Target Blurb
When a yacht blows up in the Newport Beach Harbor killing a California senator, FBI Agent Beck Murray is reminded of another mega-yacht fire ten years earlier. Then a rookie cop, he pulled popular teenage TV star Piper Nolan out of the water. He's never forgotten her terror or her rambling story, but the investigation was shut down before it got started.
Now the current explosion provides a clue that leads back to Piper, and Beck knows it can't be a coincidence. But Piper is even less willing to talk to him now. The former It Girl has hidden herself in the shadows. She has secrets and is clearly terrified.
Are her secrets twisted up in murder? Did she lie to him before? Is she lying to him now?
The danger heightens when another body drops. Beck needs to find a killer before anyone else becomes a target, including himself…and maybe the woman he's beginning to love.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
"You know what you have to do, Piper. Don't think about it. Just do it. Do it for Juliette," Megan Withers said.
Piper Nolan gripped the phone tighter in her hand as her friend's words sent a wave of anger and pain through her body. She knew why Megan had brought up Juliette. Megan wanted her to remember why they were doing this, what was at stake, not just for themselves but for so many other people.
"I will do it," she promised. "That's why I'm here, even though this harbor is the last place I ever wanted to come back to."
"I wish I could do it for you, but this one is on you. And it's not the same," Megan reminded her. "You're not a wild, reckless, drunken, naïve teenager anymore. None of us are."
"I just wish it wasn't Larry. We have so much history." She'd grown up in Hollywood, acting from the time she was five until nineteen, and Larry Brixton had played her TV father for ten of those years. But now, he was a U.S. senator, and she was a pastry chef. She hadn’t seen him in seven years, and a lot had changed since her days as a TV and film star.
"Larry won't be there, Piper. You said he's coming later."
"That's true," she said. "The steward didn't even want to meet me until three, but I told him I could only drop off between one thirty and two. Hopefully, there's no one else around."
"Even if someone else is there, they won't be paying attention to you. You're just the hired help these days. You're not the celebrity you once were."
"And that's the way I like it." Her life had changed, she thought, as her gaze swept the Cabrillo Marina at the busy Port of Los Angeles. The marina was filled with luxury yachts, including the very grand My Serenity, a 75-foot super yacht that would be the scene of tonight's dinner party for a select group of political donors hosted by Senator Larry Brixton. She'd once partied on yachts like this, but tonight she was just catering the dessert.
"Piper?"
Megan's sharp, questioning voice brought her back to the call. "What?"
"Stop stalling."
"Okay." She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. "I'll call you later."
Slipping her phone into the pocket of her jeans, she grabbed her keys and exited the van. Her task was not difficult. She just needed to get on with it. She couldn't let herself go into the past. The past had brought her here. But the future was what she