Bulletproof Bodyguard. Kay Sidey Thomas
Bulletproof
Bodyguard
Kay Thomas
MILLS & BOON
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About the Author
Having grown up in the heart of the Mississippi Delta, KAY THOMAS considers herself a “recovering” Southern Belle. She attended Vanderbilt and graduated from Mississippi State University, with a degree in educational psychology and an emphasis in English. Along the way to publication, she taught high school, worked in an advertising specialty agency, and had a very brief stint in a lingerie store.
Kay met her husband in Dallas when they sat next to each other in a restaurant. Seven weeks later they were engaged. Twenty years later she claims the moral of that story is: “When in Texas look the guy over before you sit next to him because you may be eating dinner with him for the rest of your life!” Today she still lives in Dallas with her Texan, their two children and a shockingly spoiled Boston Terrier named Jack.
Kay is thrilled to be writing for Intrigue and would love to hear from her readers. Visit her at her website, www. kaythomas.net, or drop her a line at PO Box 837321, Richardson, TX 75083, USA.
To my big brother Tim, who started this whole adventure over dinner one night with the words:
“I’ve got a story for you…”
Thank you for helping me find the answers to all my questions about the Mississippi River, casinos, geography and snakes. But most of all, thank you for believing in me and encouraging my dream.
Prologue
Jackson, Mississippi November, six months ago
Sweat ran down Marcus’s back and sides. The heat was cranked up too high and the room was stifling. To top it off, the tape from his body mike was ripping out hairs every time he moved.
Asa had strapped the wire on too tight, but Marcus hadn’t complained. His partner had a lot on his mind. At the time Marcus didn’t think it would matter. He’d expected to be in and out in twenty minutes. He should’ve known better.
They were waiting on Donny Simmons to make the delivery, then Marcus could “say the magic words.” Of course, Donny was over an hour late, and Marcus was about to melt.
Half an hour ago he’d tried opening the window, but it was painted shut. He considered standing up and trying again, but couldn’t summon up the energy.
God, he wanted a drink.
He looked around the shabby little living room. The carpet was worn, stained and smelled awful. Marcus sat on it because the only available chair looked worse. There was an old console television at the far end of the room, but apparently it didn’t work.
He felt a prickling sensation along the back of his neck and couldn’t figure out if something was truly wrong, or if he was just paranoid. After all, he’d been hanging out with Donny and his friends for the past two months. Some of their paranoia was bound to have rubbed off. He tried to concentrate