Everyone has secrets. No one has secrets like Watts.
Catherine Kolb has found the perfect diversion from her life of nearly complete seclusion: a virtually anonymous correspondence with a man she knows only as “Watts.” Intelligent, intriguing, and with an insatiable appetite for sex, his words begin to draw her out of her closely guarded world.
Watts insists on privacy. He has no choice. In the wrong hands, his secrets could get people killed.
But curiosity and lust prove stronger than reason and safety. A planned one-time encounter sets into motion a series of events that bring Catherine and Watts to the edge of ecstasy and the brink of peril.
Two very private people. One risky night. A shot at love and redemption.
Due to mature themes, this book is recommended for readers 18+.
The situation was risky enough, and now I was dealing with the fact that she worked for what many people consider the world’s premier law enforcement agency.
I decided I needed to check her out. So as I left early Sunday morning, with Catherine still asleep in her bed, I found her purse where it always was—on the kitchen counter. I quickly rummaged through her stuff, found her wallet and got her name off of her driver’s license.
Catherine Marie Kolb.
On the drive home I made a phone call to Justin, a guy who occasionally did a little work for me.
I gave him Catherine’s name and birthdate, telling him all I needed was any information regarding her connections to the FBI or any other law enforcement or intelligence agencies. I asked him to keep it quiet.
“Don’t I always?” he asked. “You don’t need to tell me that, dude.”
“This is different. It’s personal.”
“Not for me,” he said. “My lips are sealed. Usual hundred bucks, dude.”
“You got it.” Dude.
I had been introduced to Justin by one of my associates. He was a grad student at Boston University, and apparently some kind of computer whiz who had turned down job offers from Microsoft, Apple, and various smaller tech firms right out of high school, opting instead to go to college. Smart kid. Damn brilliant, actually, and very eager to help out. For a small fee, of course.
Justin could get in and out of any computer in the world without leaving a trace. That’s what he claimed, at least. I wasn’t sure how true that was, but whenever I needed something that turned out to be deep within a highly secured computer network, Justin had been able to get it.
As I drove home, I mentally kicked my own ass for not having done due diligence before spending this much time with Catherine. She had given me no reason to suspect that she worked for a law enforcement agency. She’d given me no reason to believe she did anything other than some boring clerical job.
Just as I was entering the city of Baltimore, forty minutes later, my phone rang.
“She’s clean,” Justin said. “All she does is work in the department that scans incoming parcels. Sounds boring as shit, if you ask me.”
“No other jobs with the Bureau?”
“None. And no previous law enforcement or military activity. But there is something odd.”
I pulled up to a red light. “What’s that?”
“Catherine Marie Kolb didn’t exist until eight years ago.”
Jordan Burke is a full-time writer who lives near a beach, filling free time with reading, seeing nearly every movie that hits the theaters (and some that don’t), pretending to be a chef, and watching college football and basketball. Jordan believes the most fascinating subject in the world is relationships (especially those that triumph over extreme obstacles) and loves to write about them. Jordan Burke is the author of the suspenseful erotic romance series, SHATTERPROOF.