Irreparable Harm (Sasha McCandless Legal Thriller) (Volume 1)
Melissa F Miller
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Introducing the debut novel from USA TODAY Bestselling Author Melissa F. Miller ...
After eight long years, attorney Sasha McCandless is about to make partner at a prestigious law firm. All she has to do is keep her head down and her billable hours up.
She rotated her arm back and over the top of his hand, trapping it tight against her shoulder. Gregor turned back to her, fast, his eyes full of worry now. Before he could move, she took a step backward and turned her body, so that she was standing perpendicular to him. She kept rotating her arm, until Gregor’s wrist had turned all the way over. She flicked her eyes down to check his hand: his thumb was pointing straight down. She tucked his hand under her armpit and snapped her arm straight down, bringing the entire weight of her body down on Gregor’s wrist, forcing it to bend to the side.
Then he pulled his jacket—which looked like it had been rolled up in a ball—smooth over it. “Let’s go,” she urged. “No. If we want this guy, we’re going to have to wait for him and take him out here. ” She hesitated. “Look, I get that your training emphasizes avoiding a conflict and using violence as a last resort. But this guy isn’t going to stop until he has that file. ” “I don’t have the file. ” “I know, Sasha, but he thinks you do. We need to face off with him and be done with it. Besides, he might have useful information.
But, now, Gregor’s plans were complicated by the guy in his trunk. As he worked through his options, his cell phone rang. He checked the display: Anton. “Is everything okay? ” Gregor’s sister—Anton’s mother—was meaner than hell. When Anton was a kid, he’d gotten in trouble over some nonsense and Petra had stormed down to the elementary school with a baseball bat. She had smashed in a row of metal lockers on her way to the assistant principal’s office. She was not going to be happy when she saw her son with his jaw wired shut.
What now? ” He stepped forward; the light over the entryway cast a shadow across his face. “I was checking out the bad guys’ car in the lot and the one—Gregor, I guess—hit me from behind. I blacked out. Woke up in his trunk. No cell phone, no wallet. The car was moving. We ended up here. I think the other guy needed something. The one you hurt. So, Gregor took my shoes and left me here. He’s paying me fifty dollars to be a lookout for you. He thinks my identification is fake, I guess. ” Sasha stared at him while she processed his story.
I think we’re done,” Sasha said. And it wasn’t even nine o’clock yet. She left a voicemail for Lettie, asking her to check first thing in the morning with the mailroom, UPS, and FedEx to try to track down a package from either a Tim Warner or Patriotech that should have been delivered to her attention but hadn’t. “Let’s call a messenger and put this to bed,” she said to Naya, slipping the emergency motion into a manila folder. She slid the folder into Mickey’s well-worn bag and fastened the buckle.