Devlin's Defiance: Book Two of the Devlin Quatrology

Devlin's Defiance: Book Two of the Devlin Quatrology by Jake Devlin Read Free Book Online

Book: Devlin's Defiance: Book Two of the Devlin Quatrology by Jake Devlin Read Free Book Online
Authors: Jake Devlin
in his living room and headed upstairs to bed,
where he was serenaded into a long, deep, dream-free sleep by the
gentle surf lapping at the sandy beach beyond his sliding glass
balcony doors.

- 24 -

    November
12, 2012 3:45 p.m. local time On
the A22 southbound, about 30 km south of Innsbruck, Austria

    “ I've almost
caught up to him, Sharon, half a kilometer ahead of me, going about
100 kph. Video recording.”
    “ Good going,
Glenda; you're doing great. Let me know when he gets about a
kilometer from the top and I'll activate the remote.”
    “ Copy that.
Getting close … closer … now!”
    “ Remote
activated. I've got control.”
    “ No oncoming
traffic. Speed him up.”
    “ Copy that. 120
… 130 … 140” –
    Inside the luxurious
Italian sports car, the driver was surprised by the sudden increase
in speed and stepped on the brake pedal, to no avail. He stepped
harder, then stomped on the pedal; still the car kept speeding up.
He tried turning the wheel ever so slightly, but that also was
unresponsive.
    “ What the fu- –
oh, shit!” he cried, realizing that his own invention was now
being turned into a weapon against him. “Oh, shit, oh, shit,
oh, shit!”
    He turned the ignition
key to OFF, but even that had no effect. The car kept speeding up.
    – ” 160 …
180 … 200” –
    “ Hard right …
now!”
    “ Hard right;
copy, done.”
    “ Whoooahhh, there
he goes! Great timing, Sharon! Right through and over the guardrail
and off into the great blue beyond. I'm pulling over now to get some
more video.”
    “ Okay.
Deactivating remote.”
    Inside the car, the
driver saw a mountainside perhaps a kilometer away, then the valley
below him and finally, as he fully realized his fate was now sealed,
the boulders and ground coming at his windshield at high speed. Then
he saw nothing.
    “ Yup, it's
bouncing and rolling … and now it's exploded! Fire bursting
out from the gas tank. Yup, he's gone; no way he survived that.”
    “ Got it. Remote
deactivated.”
    “ No trace?”
    “ None.”
    “ Great. So do
you want to report to Amber or should I?”
    “ I'll take care
of it, Glenda. You're gonna head back to Innsbruck?”
    “ Yup; got my
hotel and lift ticket for tomorrow all set.”
    “ Still think
you've got a shot at the Olympics?”
    “ Gonna give it my
best.”
    “ Good luck, and
great working with you; welcome aboard. Out.”

- 25 -
    November
12, 2012 5:34 p.m. local time
    Aboard Defiance
    On
t he
Red Sea

    Jake finished his
hourlong study of the reports of the previous week's activities, made
several notes, then began digging into the financials, spending
nearly another hour directing the flow of his and his company's and
foundation's funds into multiple investments, always keeping an eye
on where the money would be welcomed and treated the best. Little to
none of that money was invested in the United States, other than
anonymous donations to two micro-loan programs, one in New Mexico and
one in the Appalachians.
    At 6:30, Pam knocked on
the study door and said, “Jake, are you gonna be at that all
evening? JJ's all packed and ready for tomorrow, and Jean-Claude has
prepared a special farewell dinner.”
    “ Give me five
minutes, love, and I'll be right up.”
    “ Okay.”
    Six minutes later, Jake
opened the door to the dining salon and was greeted by an elegantly
set, candlelit table, dim lighting and the sight of Pam and JJ in
gossamer, diaphanous gowns, neither wearing a stitch underneath
beyond the tiniest of G-strings, gold on Pam, red on JJ, leaving
almost nothing to Jake's imagination (in JJ's case; in Pam's, to his
memory). He gasped and they smiled.
    “ Well, Pam, Mitzy
and Bitsy are looking particularly perky,” he said.
    JJ pulled her shoulders
back and cooed, “How about Roxy and Moxie?”
    Jake looked over at her
and said, “Very nice, very nice indeed, JJ.” And then,
glancing at the tropical shirt, jeans and boat shoes he was wearing,
“It seems that I'm a bit

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