Frozen Heat (A Castle Book)
Facing relentless danger as someone targets her for the next kill, Heat's search will unearth painful family truths, expose a startling hidden life, and cause Nikki to reexamine her own past. Heat's passionate quest takes her and Rook from the back alleys of Manhattan to the avenues of Paris, trying to catch a ruthless killer. The question is, now that her mother's cold case has unexpectedly thawed, will Nikki Heat finally be able to solve the dark mystery that has been her demon for ten years?
the recess she had exposed. “Thanks for finding this for me. I’ve gone to a lot of trouble to retrieve it.” “You mean like faking your death?” “Miraculous recovery, wouldn’t you say? Do you know I actually paid that doctor extra to zap me with low voltage just to be convincing?” He trained the beam back on her face. “Don’t look so disappointed. One thing you learn in the CIA. Nobody is ever really dead for certain.” “I know one woman who is. And you killed her.” “Not personally. I had hired
surprised her by suddenly dropping his butt to the floor, pulling her off balance. Nikki fell forward and hit the deck on top of him, still clutching his gun wrist, but her other hand had come free of the Glock. He tried to head butt her nose. She slipped it and went for the gun again with her free hand, but he pulled it away. She called out to Rook, but he couldn’t hear her over his grinding. Nikki leaped back to her feet. Keeping her joint lock on his wrist, she yanked his arm to full
minutes. “We’ll still get there sooner than if we had waited for a flight.” Rook smiled. “I can’t quite put my finger on it, but there’s something I like about Malcolm and Reynolds.” Heat went back to looking over the photocopies Professor Shimizu had made for her of the student file and 1971 yearbook photos of Nicole Aimée Bernardin. As Nikki studied the French violin student’s young face in one picture, snapped in a candid moment laughing with Nikki’s mother and Seiji Ozawa at Tanglewood, she
when she was barely walking, holding on to the wrought iron bars of Gramercy Park, peering through them angrily at the lens. “I’ve seen that expression from most of the prisoners you put in the holding cell.” She laughed at that but then closed the album. “That’s it? Come on, it’s just getting to the good stuff.” “We’re done. The rest is mostly me at my gawky worst and we’re not doing this for your entertainment or my humiliation. I got enough of that in seventh grade. I know for a fact there’s
piano lessons, but he was not serious enough.” Rook said, “The piano’s not for everyone.” “Serious enough about me.” Nikki took out her notepad. “May I ask the name of this protégé?” With a sigh, Vaja said, “This must be my time for emotional pain, old and new.” Nikki thought, You’re preaching to the choir on that one, pal. She uncapped her pen to prompt him. “His name is Mamuka. Mamuka Leonidze.” Mindful of the language difference, he spelled out the name for her. “Do you know where Mamuka