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When State Department attorney Vivian Steele witnesses two ambassadors collapse as if poisoned at a diplomatic dinner in Washington, DC, she is recruited to be a member of a joint FBI task force assigned to investigate. But she soon finds her by-the-book ways clashing with a special agent in the Diplomatic Security Service, Jacob Cruz. A former Navy SEAL and in charge of the event's security, Jacob takes the attack personally and is driven to act quickly, even ahead of the rules and regulations. As Viv starts to work her diplomatic sources, her past as a State Department lawyer comes back to haunt her, and secrets held tightly by the government thrust her into a web of danger. Afraid, Viv turns to the one man bent on protecting others. But can she accept Jacob's reckless ways as exactly what she needs to stay alive and to discover the truth behind the attacks?

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	01 juin 2021
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781493431571
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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Half Title Page
Books by Rachel Dylan
C APITAL I NTRIGUE
End Game
Backlash
Power Play
A TLANTA J USTICE
Deadly Proof
Lone Witness
Breach of Trust
Title Page
Copyright Page
© 2021 by Rachel Dylan
Published by Bethany House Publishers
11400 Hampshire Avenue South
Bloomington, Minnesota 55438
www.bethanyhouse.com
Bethany House Publishers is a division of
Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan
www.bakerpublishinggroup.com
Ebook edition created 2021
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
ISBN 978-1-4934-3157-1
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Cover design by Faceout Studio
Author is represented by the Nancy Yost Literary Agency.
Dedication
To Mama. Thank you for always being my biggest fan. I’m so glad that I get to share these stories with you. I love you so much.
Contents
Cover
Half Title Page
Books by Rachel Dylan
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
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Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Back Ads
Back Cover
CHAPTER ONE
It’s going to be a long night. Vivian Steele checked her glossy pink lipstick one final time before exiting the ladies’ room and entering into the shark tank—otherwise known as a diplomatic dinner in the Washington, DC, area. But this wasn’t just any dinner. This was the premiere annual summer event hosted in a chic five-star hotel in northern Virginia, attended by a who’s who of diplomats from around the world.
Vivian’s boss had insisted she attend. She worked in the Office of the Legal Adviser at the State Department, and as a lawyer for State for six years, she’d seen and experienced a lot. But nothing made her palms sweat more than swanky DC power-player events. She felt completely out of her league as she glanced down at her knee-length black cocktail dress. Frills and bling were so not her. She’d gone for a more classic look and had no problem blending in with the crowd.
She let out a sigh of relief when she saw Layla Karam McCoy walking over to her. Her best friend hadn’t stopped beaming since her wedding. Wearing a long, sparkling gown, Layla was the definition of elegance.
“What are you doing here? I didn’t think they let spies into this event,” Viv joked in a hushed tone.
Layla groaned. “I wish I weren’t here, but I’m the Agency rep for the dinner. My boss bailed at the last minute and told me I had to suffer through this, especially since I have my State Department cover.”
Viv moved in closer to her friend. “How many of these so-called diplomats here do you think are actually part of the intelligence community?”
Layla glanced around the room. “Probably ten percent. Maybe more.”
Viv had quickly learned that intelligence agents often used diplomatic covers, and other countries worked similarly. Layla’s cover was as a State Department analyst.
“Hey.” Layla grabbed Viv’s elbow. “Who is that hunk of muscle with the dark hair giving you the eye?”
“Who are you talking about?” Viv asked.
“Give it a second and then look at your two o’clock by the hors d’oeuvres table.”
Viv waited a couple of beats, then glanced that direction. Layla hadn’t been exaggerating. The guy in question stood well over six feet tall. He had dark wavy hair and was built. Very built. “I have no clue who that is.”
Layla laughed. “Well, it seems to me that he wants to know who you are.”
“It’s just your imagination.” Viv sighed. “Marriage has made you a complete softie and an active little cupid.” Layla desperately wanted Viv to find someone, but the matchmaking had not been going well.
“I’m not going to stop trying.” Layla smiled warmly.
Viv stole one more glance at the mystery man. “Well, as far as that guy goes, it seems like he’s on high alert in general, not just about me. He has military written all over him.”
Layla gave her hand a squeeze. “Yeah, but I know what I saw.”
A chime sounded, indicating it was time to take their seats. Unfortunately, there was assigned seating, so Viv wasn’t able to sit beside Layla.
“Let’s connect after,” Layla said. “Or if you need to see me during, just text, and I’ll rescue you from your tablemates.”
“Will do.” Viv made her way to her table. Her friendship with Layla was one of the constants in her life that she was forever grateful for.
Viv did her duty and made small talk at her table, which included diplomatic representatives from a variety of countries—thankfully all of whom could speak English. Unlike Layla, Viv did not have a vast array of language skills—her only other language was Spanish, and she wasn’t even fluent.
She was about to take another bite of her bland roasted chicken when a loud shriek sounded behind her. Instinctively, she jumped up out of her chair as chaos built around her, and her pulse picked up to a quick beat.
As screams continued to bellow throughout the room, she ran over to the table where the commotion was occurring and saw the Egyptian ambassador to the United States lying motionless on the floor. Her stomach dropped. She knew this ambassador—Ali Zidan was a strong US ally and friend.
A man was hovering over Ambassador Zidan, about to administer CPR, when Zidan’s security entourage appeared and swarmed over him. Viv was no medical expert—she only had basic CPR training—but it looked to her that no amount of CPR was going to change the situation.
The Egyptian ambassador was dead.
An arm pulled her backward, and she tried to break free from the strong grip. She whipped around. “Let me go.”
“You should back up, ma’am.”
She looked up into the big brown eyes of the mystery man from before. “And you are?”
“Jacob Cruz, supervisory special agent of diplomatic security.”
Ah. “Did you see what happened?”
He moved a step closer to her. “Wait a minute. It’s my turn to ask who you are.”
There was no reason to stonewall him. “I’m Vivian Steele. I’m an attorney with State.”
He frowned. It must have been the word attorney that turned his expression sour. She’d seen it before. “Please step back, ma’am.”
Viv noticed he hadn’t answered her question about what he’d seen, but given the upheaval in the room, she let it go and did as she was told. She looked around and spotted Layla with her cell to her ear, no doubt phoning in to the CIA what had just happened.
The microphone screeched, and then the evening’s emcee began speaking. “Everyone, if you could, please return to your seats in an orderly fashion. We have a medical emergency, and we need to be able to render assistance. If everyone would please return to their seats quickly and calmly. I repeat, please return to your seats so a medical emergency can be handled.” The announcement was then repeated in a couple of other languages and appeared to calm some nerves, as most people were obeying the direction.
Viv watched the ambassador’s body being taken out on a stretcher. She didn’t specifically support the Bureau of Near Eastern Affairs, but her legal work touched every region, so she knew Zidan’s death was going to have a major ripple effect. He stood strongly against the anti-democratic forces in Egypt. His death would be a huge loss.
She checked her phone to make sure no one had texted or called. Her tablemates were abuzz about the ambassador, spouting theories. Some said he must have had a heart attack, while others noted that he was an avid chain smoker. Viv kept quiet. She didn’t really have anything to add, and the last thing she wanted to do was speculate. A man had just died, but it wasn’t long before those around her started drinking and eating again. What a crazy world we live in .
By the time dessert was served, Viv had a raging headache, but she knew she couldn’t excuse herself just yet. She took a bite of the strawberry cheesecake and a sip of coffee and tried to figure out what her next move should be and how she could extricate herself from the after-dinner mingling. People had already started to abandon their desserts in favor of cocktails and were milling around, probably anxious to get away from their assigned tablemates after the past two hours.
She noticed Penelope King, the US ambassador to Belgium, standing close by, talking to the ambassador from Turkey. Penelope waved, and Viv started to walk in that direction. As she approached, she noticed that the color had drained out of Penelope’s face.
“Ambassador King, are you feeling okay?”
“Viv . . .” Penelope took a step toward her and grabbed Viv’s arms as she collapsed to the ground, almost pulling Viv down with her.
Viv squatted at the ambassador’s side as Penelope started convulsing. “Help! Help!” she screamed as loudly as she could. A deep feeling of dread washed over her. What if the food was poisoned? What if they were all going to die?
“What’s wrong with her?” the Turkish ambassador asked. “She was completely fine a minute ago.”
“I don’t know.” Viv’s voice shook as she tried to make sure Penelope still had a pulse.
The Turkish ambassador took a step back, and the next few minutes were a whirlwind as EMT personnel rushed in. Since Viv was right there, they asked what she had seen, and she recounted it to them before moving out of the way to let them work. She knew Penelope. Not extremely well, but seeing her lying there on the ground, pale and shaking, was shocking. Her body was clearly being ravaged by something. This was no heart attack. The ambassador was in