Short Excerpt

I’m going to find her, Special Agent Marsten. When you least expect it, I’m going to take her from you. The same way you took everything away from me.
  He should’ve answered the damn call. The bastard’s echoing promise pushed Blackhawk Security search and rescue operative Holden Marsten to jog up the dirt driveway of the cottage-style house set off the main road. The voicemail had hit his phone thirteen hours ago after he’d ignored the blocked incoming call, but once he’d taken the time to listen, it’d put him on the first plane to Northfield, Minnesota he could get.
  Gravel crunched under his polished shoes, his suit tightening around his chest and arms as he raced toward the front door. The son of a bitch couldn’t have found her already. Not possible.
  She and the girls had done exactly as the Bureau had asked when he’d requested they be moved into witness protection before he’d resigned, when he feared he couldn’t protect them anymore. They’d disappeared, kept off the grid, changed their names, and relocated. Only now, she’d become the target. The old wood porch protested under his weight a split second before he twisted and rammed his shoulder into the glossy red door.
  Wood splintered around the doorknob under force, and he rushed into darkness. “Georgia!”