Cold Revenge (Jason Maxfield Thrillers)

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FORMER FBI AGENT JASON MAXFIELD IS RUNNING FROM HIS PAST. In a world where survival means everything, Jason Maxfield, a former FBI agent turned fugitive, is running for his life. But as he skillfully maneuvers through shadows, he's recognized by Marv Hawk, an old acquaintance with a burning secret and an urgent plea for help. COLD TRUTHS AND DEADLY DANGER. Plunged headfirst into a dangerous dance with the demons of his past, Jason finds himself in the eye of a storm that blurs the lines between allies and adversaries. The intensity escalates as he is hounded by a relentless, unseen enemy, leading him through a perilous gauntlet that stretches from the desolate silence of the wilderness to the pulsing heart of urban sprawl. A CHILLING DANCE WITH DEATH. With every step carrying the weight of life and death, trust becomes a dangerous game, and the price of a single misstep could be devastating. Teetering on the edge of the abyss, Jason is thrust into a battle where echoes of his past taunt him at every corner, and cold revenge threatens to consume him. Will he navigate this lethal web of deception and escape the chilling grip of his past? Or will the specter of revenge freeze his hopes forever? COLD REVENGE is a sizzling thriller that combines suspense, survival, and a journey of redemption that will leave you gasping for breath. Dare to uncover the truth? Buy your copy today and plunge into the relentless chase! Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. “How’d you recognize me?” Jason asked, dropping all pretense. “You can’t fool me,” Marv Hawk said. “I’d recognize that pronounced gait of yours anywhere, though it looked like you were trying to hide it by limping.” He snorted. “It certainly doesn’t help you’ve been doing something obvious like looking around your parents’ old place.” Jason frowned. The man had recognized his gait? “How far back did you make me?” He’d thought this was the truck that had passed earlier, but he realized now it was a different vehicle. It was the same color, but the one he’d seen before had been a Ram 1500. This was a Ram 3500. “Several miles.” Hawk gave him a sly grin. “I wasn’t sure until you turned in here. I’ve been watching the whole time. You’re the only person I can think of who’d even have an interest in this place. I guess you’re lucky I’m not a cop.” Jason felt panic creeping up the back of his neck, but he did his best to avoid thinking about it. Marv Hawk had never gotten the best of Jason during high school, and he wouldn’t now. “You haven’t called the cops?” Marv shook his head. “Not yet.” The threat in Marv’s tone was unmistakable. “What do you want?” There was a limit to what Jason would do to keep Hawk from going to the police. But Jason would hear him out before deciding. “I have a problem. I think you can help. You’re a former FBI agent, right?” “What’s your problem?” “Somebody’s trying to kill me.”

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