Can she stop a deadly crop virus from ending up in the wrong hands?
Biologist and single mom Sassa Nilsson just witnessed her mentor’s brutal murder by environmental extremists. Now she’s the last link to a deadly pathogen they plan on unleashing and their number one target! But can handsome border patrol agent Jared DeLuca shield Sassa and her baby long enough to find a cure…before the entire world faces the unthinkable consequences?
Excerpt from Killer Harvest:
Sassa stared at her mentor. His wife June was missing? Sam was afraid for Sassa and her baby? He stumbled over his words, searching for a way to explain.
Over his shoulder, Sassa spotted a man walking toward them. Was this Sam’s Jared? He wasn’t wearing a uniform. He wore a black leather jacket, black pants and sunglasses, even though the sun had barely risen. He looked odd. Something about his hair…it looked fake. Even his skin appeared almost waxen as he marched toward them relentlessly, like a robot.
A walking, live robot. Like the terminator from the movie.
Sam noticed her distraction and turned. He gasped and stepped toward the stranger.
Without hesitation, the robotic newcomer pulled a knife from beneath his leather jacket, lunged and stabbed the older man. Sassa stood frozen as Sam cried out and bent over into the man’s leather-clad arms. The terminator man pulled his knife from Sam’s chest. As the professor sagged to the ground, the guy grabbed the strap of Sam’s laptop bag, cut it free of his shoulder and spun, marching for the sliding-glass doors of the exit. Sassa watched the whole scene, frozen and speechless. She wasn’t able to make a sound until Sam hit the floor.
She screamed his name and dropped beside him. Blood flowed from her friend’s chest and bubbled from his mouth. Sassa cried out again, knowing Sam was mortally wounded.
“Call 9-1-1!” she screamed at the other passengers moving toward them. “Someone call for help!”
Sam struggled to speak to her.
“Don’t talk, Sam. Help is on the way.”
“He shoved his wrist at her, the one holding his ID bracelet.
She bent over him. “Please don’t move.” Tears fell onto his wrist and the bracelet, tears she didn’t even know she was shedding.
Sam shook his head again and tried to form a word. She leaned forward to hear him whisper, “Yours.”
Then his head fell back against the cement floor with a jarring thud.