End of Secrets
By D.F. Hart
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Still reeling from an unexpected loss, FBI profiler Nathan Thomas finds himself embroiled in war on two fronts – against a cartel that's declared open season on his team, and a shrewd serial killer desperate for Nathan's undivided attention.
Vital Secrets is a suspenseful crime thriller series chronicling FBI profiler Nathan Thomas and his team's cases, who capture serial killers while also juggling their personal and professional lives. While each suspenseful, riveting title in this series can be read as a standalone, readers will find maximum enjoyment if these full-length books are read in order - because while there are no cliffhangers, there is character growth over the series. If you enjoy the works of Elle Gray, Mary Burton, Lucinda Berry, Melinda Leigh and Pete Zacharias, the Vital Secrets series should make for a very enjoyable read!
End of Secrets is perfect for readers who enjoy fast-paced, action-filled crime thriller novels that are brimming with unexpected twists and turns and feature FBI profilers.
D.F. Hart
Greetings from Texas! I have my MBA with Accounting concentration and that's my "day job" - I'm an Accounting Manager. I've been in that line of work in multiple industries for over twenty years now. I like it, and it pays the bills. However, it's a far cry from my passion (and originally intended path), which was to be a writer who also perhaps taught Shakespeare at a university somewhere. Fate, it seems, has a sense of humor. But given that I'm not yet dead, I realize I still can chase that passion of mine in some form or fashion. So, I write. And read. And try my best to absorb as many lessons as I can from those who traveled this road to becoming a solid author before me. When I am not crunching numbers, writing, or reading, I love to play hidden object and puzzle games - Anything with a good mystery story line!
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End of Secrets - D.F. Hart
Chapter 1
Sunday
Four weeks had passed since FBI Agent Ben Tinsing’s cold-blooded murder, and his boss, Nathan Thomas, woke up once again covered in sweat.
Trembling, he sat up and glanced over at the alarm clock.
Two-forty-two a.m.
He ran his hands over his face, then back through his hair before he pulled back the covers. Beside him, he heard Bella sigh and felt her roll from her back to her side. He paused, listening, and once he was certain she was still sleeping, he got out of bed as quietly as he could.
He grabbed his cell phone from its charging station on the nightstand and took it with him as he left the bedroom, moving down the dark hallway to the kitchen to start the coffeepot.
While he waited for his first cup of what he knew in his core would be fuel for an exceptionally long day, he glanced at his phone and noticed he’d missed a text from DEA Agent Hank Myers a little after eleven the night before.
I’ll be back in Dallas this week. Thought we’d grab lunch. Have some updates for you.
Sounds good, Nathan typed in reply, then set the phone down to retrieve a mug from the cabinet.
The ping of a new message startled him.
Can’t sleep either, huh? Hank asked.
Nope, not much at all lately, Nathan typed back.
"And I’m not sure I ever will again," he muttered to himself as he filled his mug, then headed back down the hallway to the bathroom for a shower.
In Tulsa, a restless Annie Adams finally gave up any further attempts at sleep around five-fifteen. She sighed, threw back the covers, and stood.
Great. Now what?
As she reached for her robe the same conversation started up again in her head, but this time, she didn’t deflect it as she had for the past month.
Where do I go from here?
She already knew on some level that her retreat to Tulsa was meant to be a respite, not a permanent relocation. She’d spent the time since her arrival reconnecting with her parents, and she was grateful for their love and their unconditional support.
But it didn’t fill the void. Not by a long shot.
More worrisome, lately the grief that surrounded her like a dark cloud had become increasingly rage-filled, as well.
She wanted closure.
No, not closure, her inner voice immediately corrected in a steely tone. Retribution.
And I can’t do it from Tulsa, she realized. I cannot just run away and hide from my life forever.
Deep in thought, she slipped on her robe and left her room, and as she padded down the carpeted stairs, Annie sighed again.
She took the last step down to the first floor, turned right to walk into the bright and airy kitchen, and was surprised to see her father already sitting at the table with the day’s newspaper.
Morning, sunshine. You’re up early.
Hey, Daddy. Yeah, couldn’t sleep so I figured I might as well get out of bed.
He folded his paper and set it aside.
Want to talk?
She shrugged.
Come on, Annie-bug,
he coaxed, and patted the seat next to him. Let’s talk it out.
She smiled at the loving nickname and joined him at the table.
Let me guess. Trying to figure out if you should go back,
he said gently.
She leaned over to rest her head on his shoulder.
Not just that,
she confessed. "I’m trying to figure out if I even still want to be an agent, Daddy."
Do you like what you do?
Yes, very much.
Then you should keep doing it. Ben would want that for you, honey.
I know. I just… I don’t know if I can, Daddy. I don’t know if I can handle being back there. So many memories…
He wrapped an arm around her in silent understanding.
"But at the same time, I’ve just got so much anger. You know? And I feel like unless we find Ben’s killer and put him away, I will never be able to let that anger go."
Makes sense. And from what you’ve shared with your mom and me, you have a great group of teammates, Annie. You don’t have to do any of this on your own,
her father pointed out.
True,
she admitted.
Then it sounds to me like you already know what you need to do, kiddo.
She sighed once more.
Yeah. I do. I need to get back to Dallas.
He squeezed her shoulders.
Let me know when you’re ready and I’ll help you load the car, Annie-bug. In the meantime, want to help your old man whip up some breakfast?
Up in Seattle, Hank Myers finished packing, then checked his watch.
It took ten trips down to his truck to load it all, after which he made one last trip through the furnished apartment he’d called home for three years to ensure he’d left nothing behind.
He locked the door for the last time, worked the key off his keyring, sealed it in the envelope he’d prepared, and trudged down to the complex’s office to slip it through the mail slot.
The moment the envelope left his grasp, he felt something wash over him that he never expected – an overwhelming sense of freedom, like the last wisp of web entangling him had melted away.
Grinning in surprise, Hank returned to his parking space and climbed into his truck.
Twin Falls, Idaho. That sounds like a good place to stop for the night,
he murmured aloud as he logged his ultimate destination of Pantego, Texas into his GPS, then looked at the map that showed the most efficient route.
He started his truck, backed out of the parking space, and pulled out of the lot and into the waking dawn.
As he made his way onto I-90 East to begin his 2,100-mile pilgrimage, his mind drifted, recalling the past four weeks that had been the hardest of his life.
He’d left Dallas after Ben Tinsing’s funeral service to head straight into another grief-filled event – escorting Cruz Delgado’s remains home for burial.
The time he’d spent back home in Del Rio, Texas had almost been a blur; he’d reinforced his walls to try to keep the pain from eviscerating him as he’d upheld the promise he had made long ago to his best friend.
But seeing Cruz’s parents again and hearing their wails of sorrow had pierced through to his soul, and in Cruz’s brothers’ eyes he saw the same heavy grief that threatened to drown him.
He’d stayed long enough to watch as his friend’s casket was lowered into the earth. But the distinctive sound of freshly turned soil drumming steadily against Cruz’s coffin as the hole was filled in was too much. Hank had abruptly turned on his heel, walked to his rental car parked along the thin strip of pavement adjacent to Cruz’s final resting place, and fled.
When he returned to Seattle, he felt restless and unanchored. Hank spent the following two weeks in solitude, and he’d returned to work the week after that.
He’d no sooner walked into his office when the power-hungry branch director immediately summoned him to a disciplinary session.
Hank sat across from the man, who began the meeting by announcing Hank’s formal reprimand for daring to travel to Dallas to search for Cruz without prior clearance. The more the director spoke, the less of a damn Hank gave, until he finally reached his limit.
The smirk Hank wore as he stood, loudly announced his immediate resignation, and slammed his badge and his agency-issued weapon on his boss’s desk grew into a wide, satisfied smile when he saw the man’s stunned and panicked expression.
After that, he’d gone back to his apartment and made some calls to further develop the seeds of an idea that quitting the DEA had sown in his mind.
And now? Hank thought as he cranked up the radio and drove toward the rising sun.
Now, I’m free to chase my future.
Hey girl,
Lizzie Zimmerman said when she answered the phone a little before nine a.m.
Hey Lizzie,
Annie replied. I need a favor.
Name it.
I’m coming back, and I need a place to crash for a few days until I get my living arrangements lined out. I’d ask Grace but she’s on that cruise this week.
Like you even have to ask me. Get yourself to my house, Annie. You’re welcome to stay as long as you need to.
Thanks, I appreciate it. Should be there by five.
Lizzie disconnected the call and glanced over at Donny, who was in the process of bringing a stack of pancakes and the syrup over to the table.
I don’t mind at all, you know that,
he reassured his wife, knowing by her expression what she was about to ask him. "Because I know that Annie is more than your co-worker, Liz. She’s part of your family."
Lizzie grinned.
Yes, she is. Guess I’d better go make sure the guest bedroom is ready for her.
Not before you let me feed you, you’re not. Pancakes are better warm.
In Reynosa, Mexico, Estoban Cortinas’ top henchman paused outside his master’s bedroom door and mentally braced himself for the impending storm, then took a deep breath and knocked loudly.
What?
came the surly snarl.
Your father, Patrón. He’s sent a car for you.
The man held his breath and waited, steeling himself not to flinch when the door was flung open and a furious Estoban stared him down.
"He thinks to summon me, like some commoner off the street?" Estoban growled.
The man shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as he held Estoban’s stare. But his sharp gaze noticed the subtle traces of white residue under his boss’s nose that confirmed he’d jump-started his day once again with chemicals.
We’ll see about that. Dismiss the car. Tell them I’ll go visit with dear old Papa when I’m good and ready,
Estoban intoned, his face scarlet with anger as he stepped back into his sanctuary once more.
Yes, Patrón,
came the neutrally toned reply as Estoban slammed the door as hard as he could in the man’s face.
As the man newly appointed by Silvadore Cortinas himself to protect the cartel king’s oldest son walked away to do Estoban’s bidding, he could clearly hear the tempest of destruction raging behind the closed door.
He stepped back into the front foyer to relay Estoban’s message to Silvadore’s personal driver and kept his expression purposefully blank as he watched the chauffeur gulp at the news.
Estoban’s coke habit is out of control, and he is becoming more unstable by the day, he acknowledged silently as the nervous driver left empty-handed.
He moved swiftly into a room just off the foyer, closed the door behind him, and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. With a deep exhale, he dialed, and waited.
Once he’d finished trashing everything within easy reach, Estoban Cortinas snorted two new lines, then paced back and forth in his debris-filled bedroom and struggled to tuck his rage back into its box for safekeeping.
How dare he send a car for me, like I’m some nobody, he fumed as he paced.
He was on his fourth circuit when he stopped abruptly, and his lips curved into a feral smile.
Time to pay the old man a visit – on my terms.
A determined Estoban wheeled around and marched through his destroyed bedroom to take a shower and line out his plans.
An hour away, in Matamoros, cartel head Silvadore Cortinas hung up the phone and frowned.
He picked up the perfectly prepared cup of coffee that his butler had brought to him and strolled across the study of his sprawling, luxurious estate to sit by the fireplace and contemplate the difficult road ahead.
Perhaps I should have done this sooner, he thought to himself as he sipped, then watched the flames dance in a hypnotically soothing rhythm.
He is my firstborn son, and I love him. But I can no longer stay my hand because of it.
By eleven, Annie’s car was loaded to the brim once more, and she hugged both her parents tightly one last time before she walked to her car to climb behind the wheel.
Call when you get there so we don’t worry,
her mom prompted, and she nodded.
I will. I love you both,
she announced.
And we love you. We’re here if you need us, Annie-bug,
her dad said. Drive carefully.
As Annie pulled out of her parents’ driveway in Tulsa, Hank Myers passed the city limit sign for Baker City, Oregon and took the first exit to find lunch and gas. A half-hour later he resumed his trek southeast.
After Lizzie made sure the guest room was set up and ready for Annie’s arrival, she made herself comfortable on the couch to spend a lazy Sunday of watching television with Donny.
When her cell phone rang a little before one, she glanced at it, then answered.
Hey, boss, what’s up?
Hi,
Nathan responded. I need to pick your brain. Can you come over?
Sure, I guess. What’s up?
Well,
Nathan managed before yawning, I’m looking at some stuff Steve sent down, and I could use another set of eyes on it.
You sound exhausted,
she murmured. You all right?
A long pause followed her question before she finally heard him say, It is what it is, Lizzie. See you in twenty?
On my way,
she confirmed.
She hung up the phone and looked at Donny, whose eyebrow had raised with curiosity.
He doesn’t sound good,
she volunteered.
It doesn’t surprise me, to be honest,
Donny told her. You of all people know how seriously he takes his team’s safety. That’s been breached now, and it weighs on him.
Danger is just part of the job,
Lizzie sighed. He can’t keep punishing himself for what happened to Ben. He couldn’t have known things would go like that, much less prevent it. But I know Nathan, and yes, he’s taking it as a personal failure.
So, talk to him, Liz. He’ll listen to you.
She smiled and leaned over to kiss Donny before she stood up.
I’d already planned to.
When Lizzie arrived, Bella was waiting at the front door for her.
I thought you and I could talk for just a moment.
Sure.
I’m worried about him, Lizzie,
Bella confided softly, and Lizzie could plainly see and hear the strain she was under. He doesn’t realize that I am aware of it, but he hardly sleeps anymore, and the little bit of rest he does get isn’t peaceful. He tosses and turns and wakes up shaking and covered in sweat.
Has he talked to anybody?
Bella shook her head.
No, not yet. But he needs to. It’s the hospital explosion all over again, Liz.
Lizzie reached over and squeezed her hand.
I’ll try, Bella. That’s all I can promise.
I know, and I appreciate it.
They turned and began to walk through the living room when a blur of movement caught Lizzie’s eye.
Hey, little buddy,
she said with a grin as she scooped up Charlie, who had run at her full tilt.
Hi Izzy,
he replied with a toothy grin before he flung his arms around her neck to hug her. Watch cartoons?
I can’t right now, kiddo. I came over to help your dad with something. Maybe later, okay?
He huffed and responded, Kay.
It’s lunchtime, Charlie. Chicken nuggets and mac and cheese,
Bella informed him, and Charlie wriggled out of Lizzie’s arms to race into the kitchen.
His mother looked over at Lizzie and smiled.
Works every time. Go on back, Liz, he’s in his office.
Lizzie walked down the hall and rapped on the open doorframe to get Nathan’s attention.
Hey, you. Need more coffee?
He stood, stretched, and nodded.
Always, how about you?
I could use a cup.
They walked back to the kitchen side-by-side.
I made you a sandwich,
Bella announced, and pointed to a plate on the counter.
Thanks, honey,
he said as he refilled his mug.
Lizzie, you want one?
Bella offered.
Just coffee for me at the moment, but thanks.
The two agents retreated to Nathan’s office and settled in after Lizzie shut the door behind them.
Before we get started on what Steve sent you, I’d like to talk for a bit,
she said solemnly, and Nathan gestured for her to continue as he took a sip and set his mug down.
You realize that what happened to Ben wasn’t your fault, right?
His brow furrowed.
But,
he started to say, but Lizzie held her hand up and stopped him from going further.
No buts, Nathan. It wasn’t an avoidable situation. And you didn’t send Ben to go do transport. You asked for volunteers, remember? And he volunteered.
I remember,
he retorted as the muscle in his jaw began to twitch.
No one knew what was going to happen. There’s no way anyone could have predicted it.
"But I should have! Nathan thundered and slammed both fists down hard on his desk.
I should have had my freaking head in the game more. We were running a full-court press against an extremely dangerous cartel, and I knew it, and I should have thought ahead and realized they’d try to get to Ramon to shut him up. But I didn’t, and Ben paid for my mistakes with his life."
He scrubbed his hands over his face before he looked over at her with stormy, haunted eyes.
I failed him, Lizzie. I failed him, and he’s gone.
She held his grief-filled gaze as she leaned forward and took his hand.
"None of us thought about that, Nathan. None of us recognized that Ramon would be an active target at that point in time. Even the directors didn’t, or they would have had way more than just two agents assigned to transport him. And do you know why?"
He frowned.
Enlighten me.
Because at the time we took him in, we thought we’d escaped detection, remember? Think about it. From what we all knew at the time, we’d picked him up without the cartel noticing anything. That was the whole reason we went after him at the restaurant and not the garage, to make sure that it went unnoticed. Right?
Nathan nodded on a shaky exhale.
Yeah, at the time, we thought we’d managed to fly under their radar,
he admitted.
So, they must have had someone watching Ramon, and whoever was tailing him was at the restaurant that night and saw us take him into custody. I’ve been racking my brain for the last month, and that’s the only thing I can think of. Otherwise, they’d never have known about it - because we took steps to ensure that our plan to grab him was rock solid.
She paused and squeezed his hand.
"My point is, none of us realized that the cartel knew he’d even been arrested, much less by us, or that they would take steps to take him out. This was a perfect storm. None of what happened is your fault or your burden to carry, Nathan, and to say or think otherwise is not fair to you."
Lizzie released his hand and leaned back in her chair.
"And for the record, I’ve talked to Baker a few times now, and guess what? He doesn’t blame you, either. He puts the blame where it belongs –